Deer momma foal.

There is a Sinatra style song bird displaying
Feathers close to the fifties role.
Tangled spider web like caught
A burning ember replaced by the deer mommas foal.
Since she went to that infusion
That caustic confusion
The relevant double note on a cello bow string
Wondering, hanging, about the place of that thing
That thing of intensity amongst your dreams oh so reAl
The empty heart that leads in your scream
That
That
That
Fucking cardiac attack.
It all appears So surreal
The gallon of ale that numbed my mind
Tried trickery in a tumultuous torrid to find.
I'm jumping ship. I have to get off
No more no within
No more Saint no more sin.
Try as hard as hard as you might
Give in to your dream
Give into the fight.