with blueberry taste on teeth,
still drowning the restless need.
beginning to forget the rest,
the spider waiting in a nest.
body healing in toxic waste,
blueberry losing its taste.
killed the sun long time ago
pressure driving high to low.
once taking the letter in hands,
they no longer acknowledge my existence.
what is between death and life,
a poison or red italian wine?
everything lost gets found
until i suddenly came around.
nobody borrowed, only took.
happy songs playing on the loop.
summertime means warm and youth,
which hides sorrow and truth.
who would prefer winter's nights
when the snow eventually dies?
