Music Dragon
Doosic Maggon
- Pronoun
- she
The Misheard Broadcast
You are the son of my pigment
Boy of lesions
Bastard of bastards
Why do hospitals abound, she asked?
The door is frayed, time is done
What was the meaning of what just happened here?
Thousands of citizens weeping like horrified monsters
Sleeping, working, gorging...
Make them breathe the thinner
Love is the postman's knock without the quickening of the heart.
You are the son of my pigment
Boy of lesions
Bastard of bastards
Why do hospitals abound, she asked?
The door is frayed, time is done
What was the meaning of what just happened here?
Thousands of citizens weeping like horrified monsters
Sleeping, working, gorging...
Make them breathe the thinner
Love is the postman's knock without the quickening of the heart.