There stood the raven and all. And all was gathered. It didn't smoke nor a waterfall.
The times gathered and mattered. The moves and moves. The times and times.
If song moves freely then it does. Then the killer makes his way among. Dirt to dirt. Calf to calf.
It's 11 o'clock someone said. I don't know said the other. It's dark out. I can't breathe.
Your on drugs.
Where is your ticket? Maybe next week or today.
Take your drugs.
In the only empty space is kept the waving hand. Hand to hand and hand only.
I don't said the other and I don't gather. But still we can make it up this hill and find valley.
Least by morning.
Least by morning sits still and drifted off. Must be those drugs. Too much and less some. My glands can't keep this up. I won't be human anymore or likeable.
In legends and way up above and over sits a sky. It's nite and the killer is among thee. His kind can't be seen but he true to form is.
Winter and nite. The coats and freeze don't keep up.
Killing and killing. The killer is among and freezing.
It's coat shiny and glossy. It's lost. The ground sticks. The dirt sounds. The boots sound the ground.
Useless conversations. Nitetime sky. Useless times. The sky is the window.
Window and window.
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