Bleak Bathroom

Forks and victims

The lonely silence,

californication and empty rooms



He went fishing

from a half-full bathtub

A wet thigh breaking

a brake that can´t be broken



Let them go,

dive and drown

Snow white curls

bony fingers

adjusting the crown



Bony fingers,

you got your minutes

Lonely strangers

soles pressing the cold grass



But let them go,

let them dive and drown

Ride the one who wants to be ridden

Write the songs that

want to be written



You got your rare minutes

on your own

The bones will find their way

Back home




- Nona ja Fly seikkailee. Sandi Darling. -