(Hands Pull You Through Purple) Black Tea

feel the kiss and the sand on your tongue

it always makes you want

but you could grasp it if it were to show you its eyes

your longing like every stranger you see

can you make it better than your best? every minute

counts the time you can't change

did you feel left behind was the time too quick for you? do you

tell your self it's all temporary?

dreams of the pure white pillows, mother...

hate through creation love through creation

all colors vibrant and new

are you reborn now or that much closer to the sleep?

you fear or long for...

Black Tea

I've been swallowing swards for so many years now cold metal against my throat day

after day my swollen tonsil are my reality organs turn black to awaken is to feel sick to be

possessed by anxiety my sole is stretched thin X2 The arrow points do not puncture my

organs they have been slowly dulled by my stomach acids and bile when I drink the black

tea that is my remedy my cure the unclean existence of metal becomes clear now with

every passing moment organs turned black to awaken is to feel sick to be possessed by

anxiety my soles stretched thin