Bitter Tea

Crisp was the air where they laid her to rest
Our souls aligned and out hearts entwined
We drank from the grail and held close our dreams
For machine gun frenzy had taken the land
Oceans of madness descended from the sky
The purple cloud faded and you and I we passed

Slip through the razor bog
The sound is a lie
This rotting nectar will live
Just as you and I
Bullet-hole cabaret
Thoughts that will never stay
Under the willow tree the dead children
They rot and lie
Up from a pale thing
Turpentine wash away
Healing black butterfly
Stitches in my eye


Crisp was the air where they laid her to rest
Clasped hand mold and rot on her dress
Heart beat of children no long in need of warmth
Needles of mercury pain longing nothingness
In moments of madness we all wither and die

We scream out for nothing
For pale is the sky
Sipping the bitter tea as we watch
Our world die