throne if i could talk id tell you come down from yours so that i can see your eyes up close 020128 ... solitation and longering windy rain... and black shoes that aren't really black kind of a greenish colour who goes there? your eyes decieve you my thoughts decieve me when my lover died I was desperate and no one comforted me (jiltedly moans) those eckharts on the field throwing balls back and forth do nothing for dehydration ruler of my thoughts I came to ask for charity I seem to have lost my penny on the curb your throne is so full and overbearing 040415 what's it to you? who go blather from