I cannot rid my mind of the ashes Of the distance of familiarity The water poisoned my head I cannot sleep in my own bed A frozen-over factory of isolation Delirious and divine, What happened to my mind? Confusion at every corner Eyes knocking on my front doorstep She wouldn't answer to the stranger But sewn with needle and thread Beautifully, she said I've cursed your head You're better off with me and dead A hungry Satan sitting by my side Awaiting my passage for me to die But why Why am I still alive The attic is desperate and dire Is there no truth for a liar, No ice for a roaring fire? But no I didn't go Her burning white eyes Were just a tickle to my mind So back again To the life I sincerely dread It was the water that broke my head The End drawing and poem by Love Hickory (2010):tongue:
