Waves

Half baked metal, smelting in a dorm one good eye, the middle of a storm Loss erupts oozing, from a broken spire query one’s despair, then tell me you're a liar sweep sweep sweep its time to start the journey sleep sleep sleep stretched out on a gurney Speaking French divine, on the sunny moor of leeds raining golden coins, on the child as it bleeds Burnt fried eggs, billow from a basement frozen rage asleep, deep inside a casement loss loss loss the present can’t fight history sail sail sail who will solve the mystery? Rounded bulldog wails, plants into the grass landslide soft asleep, fills the yearned morass forlorn peacock spit, before a nascent preen broken jagged pane, reflects an ancient scream gone gone gone karma is a master dead dead dead streaming this disaster