The Vanishing

I ain't fretting about intentions the words they come whenever ya tempers bit flaring up flying above Everest. Hearing the voice of us heretics stone cold siding with the weather this morning bit misty no wonder I'm mystified with these scenes behind drizzly bleak and raw wintry cold days getting me down a bit nippy out. Chilly on the willy wear a woolly woven beany wouldn't want you woman freezing with a wooden woman beating piece of **** when she wouldn't wanna be in the relationship if I had come creating words she worships like you did. And worked out the differences between us. We knew mis-treating each other is ******** nothing new here just awkwardly meeting to destroy things further its appalling. And during it all you're still calling. It's no more calm before the storm ***** your shores hit and you can be sure cos i assure it. Any boat floating I'll sink it and turn it into jettisoned **** watch. Separate from the jam cos ya grid locked Ya desperate for a gram but ya fix blocked. Sit cross-legged and just watch the girl pass. Turning the lights on Her worlds dark Waters bring sharks Tidal waves crash the cliff tops ships mast snaps in half clashing the big rocks so watch this space Playing hop scotch shot across obstacles placed. Cos the devils playground's an impossible maze.