Helena

Please don't make me sign, fading stars are nothing new, between the moon and sky, I enjoy being hailed, instead of merely duped, within a sea of nails, don’t say it's all right, to flush money down sewers, better give arsenic a try, is it my night sails, my song that surrounds you, breathe sweetly my oblate, you’ll soon face the tides, lost suddenly from view, when you’re up this high, it’s not me you persuade, like other fools, laughter turns them crude, velvet dreams by night, they certify my dues, range this ocean wide, brings me back to you.