to tokomairiro

to tokomairiro

vibrant

wicked hair

airy gaze

a maze

does amaze

me, looking

for something

but im avoiding

what I'm wanting

princess of the caravan

violent towns kill a man

dear to her heart

meant bliss to me

she always wicked is

isnt she

always hair

that great mane

her heart is limitless

fiery coals

cold frost

enchants the lyricist

a little

peer could i

in your look

making love with mine

could it be for real

violent

funeral procession

starts at her room

here i am

still stuck

in your womb

still stuck

still not getting it

dark child

restless waves

stone paths

small town trains

silver tongue

elastic acidity

brazen antiquity

only in me can drown

the love

is bred wild

never leaves

this ground

this ashen beast

with laurel wreaths

is crushing me

to shreds

im stuck

not much

to say

only thoughts

only shadows, only mouths

can say as much

as darts of lead

that pray

on her grave

only how we behaved

this life we led

can keep this towns

sad flame

anew

a prisoner

still and hope

still blue

chains wreck me

did you know

the girl you knew

is still so gone

she grew