Louise's dead

Louise’s dead
Caught Soul stealing
An angry child watches you sleep in a bed of grass
She’s got the mouth full of fog,
Still, can’t repress a smile
Go on and enlarge it
Swim in the deep waters of our faith
While you start thinking
‘What have I done?’
And you start to cry over
The better man you wish you were
Death in the cold winter
Drowning in yourself
You notice…
Mirror is the theatre
Where autopsy begins…
And by December, you’ll know where your heart truly lies…
This is my dream, and the whole world is in it…