Lletres: Wintersleep. Miasmal Smoke & The Yellow Bellied Freaks.

Donated her eyes
when she was young and shy
hated awkward breasts
and felt the yawn in skylines

with care
set sweet
to hear existent beat
to hold the tangable
and drift an ever so gently secound
summer sky

Donated her eyes
Donated her eyes
to feel her actual senses
so sweet 16
to feel what life was like

Donated her eyes
could you actually imagine if






go back to sleep
the yellowed bellied freaks
are freed of god and modern science

go back to sleep
if i could only sleep
if i could stop imagining
and if i dream weren't after me

he cursed and sweared blanker-d
the defenint almost sombering silence
the jingle jangle and head the strangle
and shes terrable and fuckin' meaningless