the rain is wild, the world is cold, my heart is dark and the wind whispers bold...
a little subarachnoid space
a little melancholy face
the quiet is just a place
where my mind doesn't race
the chill is left for nought
the swill that spells distraught
the magic is not to be found
just another warm body to lay
and be wound...
my wool around my grace
my hair all tied displaced
the plunk of all that sings
where distortion a heavy heart brings...