It’s nigh nearly time
for bed and then in every
dream, the world we never knew.
We are nothing with a tale
to tell, a war wound
triggered by lead and fireworks.
Half legal but still
we desire, nay need,
one less than before.
It’s nigh nearly time
for bed and then in every
dream, the world we never knew.
We are nothing with a tale
to tell, a war wound
triggered by lead and fireworks.
Half legal but still
we desire, nay need,
one less than before.