Coma Cinema
Tall Grass
My mind is ready to dieSeeds of infertilityAre growing in to ghostly treesTaking root in some selfish pleas (?)Forgiven for being born uglySet free on a bitter windThere is no high high enoughNo love keeps you satisfiedA rotting eternity in your heartDesperate lovers in an old houseSlowly burning through the groundWill one day be entirely forgottenWhen little feet walk tall grass
From Letras Mania