1991-2091 - Hausu

Bridge is out

Crush me, in doubt

Couldn’t afford to buy the food he thought he’d need to live

Eat that which makes you ill, the soured food dost never fill

We are living the same lie, my grip is weakening

Needle arm four years in peaceful drought of mother’s fears

Proffered (sick) body on the sand

I can’t wait for you

To pull it out and come back to yourself