I’m a house covered in ivy
And the roses were just petals left on the cement;
They were dying.
As Hymns found me with dust in my eyes
June became April and the sky was wet with ice.

prophetic

Clever little cleaver
Lent yourself to kill
Gave yourself a reason
To chop and dice and thrill.
Silly little marmalade
Sweet and sticky still,
Disclosed contention rather
Then admission of your guilt.