calico

keeping my face to the ground
ignoring the ambient sounds startled awake in my ears
let's set aside life for a while and search for new truth to defile
while i usher in virgin regret
now that winter's come, your colors have faded to one
(and i'll try not to stare at the sun)
and the people come and go, talking of michaelangelo
kiss me
i'm bleeding to death but fever is thick on your breath
you're sick and i'm ill from the stench
my eyes roll back into my head but my body collapses instead
with calico pressed to my side
now that truth has come, your fables are second to none
and i guess i can't carry the sun