I had a whisper for my eve
Slyly slipped it up my sleve
i never wanted to kill you so
i never wanted to be so slow

dont you know my virtue for?
a jesus ring or closet door
im nothing but an epitaph
a sickly dream or lonely laugh

whats your life and whats it for?
the only one thats not a store
i couldnt bring myself to leave
a web the spider'd slowly weave

The bowl is empty, in my lap
i couldnt find a better map
dont tell me when its time to go
let me sleep, ill never know

the lips most calm and made of flowers
the restless wrist of many hours
the walls persist, a moment missed:
i've learned in this to be a cyst

4/5/04 10:13