In the marbled reception hall i received a three band gold ring, from mark. a token of esteem. running through ghost closet locker rooms, to hide from peter, who has fallen to the old cold stone wheezing and emitting a seemingly endless flow of ectoplasmic white goo from ears and mouth.
a wind rushes through the hall, whistles as it breezes through the narrow slits in the green locked doors i hide in one of these, number thirteen. Barely concealed but hopeful Blackout Blackout!
I will clinb this high wall, In rememberance of clancy To regain or re-earn my life As i died just a flicker of an eyelid ago The wall has many holes And many foot pieces to fasten to The wall is dangerous, and this is my penance My penance and my task
I did it once and they wondered Yet i need to go, once more around Up breathtakingly across rigidly Down easily - and foolishly
I endeavoured again to climb the wall in vain And capture back my chain of lillies and remains Of lillies and remains Lillies and remainsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
