"The Rheumatist"
-Demonstrations in Micronesia

'They're closing off the night. I can now feel their breath. Blowing a warning. There's nowhere to run. Kingsize won't float away. Won't you wait. What a waste of good dreams. Clacks on the ceiling, oh christ. Tears on my pillow. Salt soaks right thru. Preserves my head for you. I can't wait to crawl away with no head. Feels like rain.


Rock / Alternative Rock / Punk