Sarah Three

You scream the news, in troubled nights, as if you knew, all the different ones, left hanging on the line, I loved now gone, fire burns up the flue, tell me how to cry, when you look so blue, it’s not me you unlocked, swimming on the tide, everything you held and lost, no matter who you use, however you may try, you are not immune, who cares that I’m crocked, something deep inside, shines outside my shock, who will smell my perfume, strange pillows furl the sky, death brings no easy due, even when you die.