the night, it hung
like a dead man's mystery
the luck of the living
was lynched from the stars
the moon, it whimpered
and wobbled as it waned
i rocked in my soiled bed for you
we drowned, in a sea
of leaves after the fall
the slow death of colour
made greyscales of you
the dark clung to my eyelids
like dust to first dew
i dug a fresh grave for you
the night, it hummed
like a secret factory
lockets of hair
fell from the sky
cobwebs grew over
my mouth and my eyes
we chewed our nails down to the bone
credits
from Self Titled,
released February 1, 2012
A.O.: Harry Ann, vocals, erhu, whistles, clicks
words & music written by A.O.
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