thesonofidris

Liquid drips from my fingertips.
I kissed her ghost and I felt the color gray.
In mid-nite you'll find your souls been for sale and there's nothing you can do.
You spoke to her even know you knew she was wrong for you.
How is it we've come to this place of content and eagerness and haze.
I've tasted teardrops and sweat and hate and blood and I began to gaze at the red/yellow moon and I'm pale.
Just remember that this city is a funny place, a sunny place, a different face, a new crime.
I came to them in their dreams in the form of the Wolf Man. Now she wants me to fuck her while she listens to Coney Island Baby by Lou Reed...say it reminds her of her mother. So I grab her by the hair....

The wolf comes to tow the line of the broken mother and the lost child and she weeps. She lost the meaning.
Now comes the moment, she starts to get cold. Nite.