Cold Fingers song

Is he gone?

I´ve been there with the hanging woman,
dirty minds and
half open windows. Neon glow
and viscera obscura-

Is he gone with dollar bills
anything to get my clothes off
the fire

Everything to get my clothes off
in the fire:
You won´t need us anymore.

I´ve been there where the cross is mended.

I sold myself, glued myself
blue myself,
coal eyes my way-
Killer mid-drift
a cold weapon, cold fingers
soul of gold
.
saliva

.

Cold myself

I told myself

He´ll be gone

Alone in Madrid!

I love myself, I loathe myself,

Coal eyes my way

He gave these hips to me, he turned me on

He gave these things to me

His lips

will be gone

Alone in Madrid.

.

Hanging man,

I kill the beat, bruise your lips

cold myself, abused myself

let alone these hips

Leave alone Madrid

Is he gone?

saliva

been there

necessaire

watching

.

.

.

A draft, I think.

I have to finish it. And keep going, Ashley.

A poem by

Ashley M Graetz

and Yolanda.

Song Good Bye Miss Story by

Saxxon Creative