Dark Leaves Form A Thread

Susan, the truth is, sipping sherry branded by moonlight’s just a game people are playing tonight. Seriously, terror advances...

Sorry if you should find me thinking of only the things that I need.
I’ve been living in America in churches of greed — it’s sick!

No, it’s cool. You go. I’ll stay, perfectly at home with this dread.
Dark leaves form a thread!

So, (should you still want me) you can find me down at the café, a little bit too busy being served. Sworn enemy of the waitresses there, a late September sunlight travels through her hair — it wants to be seen...

No, it’s cool. You go. I’ll stay, perfectly at home with this dread.
Dark leaves form a thread!