2016/01/23

Salem

The moon has awoken , With the sleep of the sun, The light has been broken, The spell has begun. I am the granddaughter of the witch you couldn't burn .

2016/01/14

Human Nature

Looking out across the morning where the city's heart begins to beat. Reaching out I touch her shoulder, I'm dreaming of the street. If they say why, why, tell 'em that it's human nature. Why, why, does he do me that way.