Go Old

Her time began smoking lust a grave
Through the air hovered in four colours
Desole, I remember five
Trying to fly, swearing at the sun
Melt tricks into your fairytales
Discover your tongue, run red engine run
With grand piano hands
Mirrored
Tiny and light
Gold camera
Powder surprise
Jaw bursting
Under the sky
I taste it
You lay awake to write down
The light
Death, would curse your birth
For sleep sounds
Trying to fly
Through birth gates
Just for the night
Remain nameless
Full of surprise
I taste it
Slack weight
Scrape it up
Hisblessed eyes smashed
Oh so many fools are born with money in their hands
Roll up a snowman dressed in skin
Mask off
Tiny and light
Gold birth gates
And you and I
Remain nameless
Trying to fly
I taste it