Wounded

the rain impinges upon the earth again blissfullythe trees sigh in the wind and sway with distilled puritystench of relevance permeates the talk of lovecloudless skies of blue,anaemic now, think of youcurve of your neck is beautifulshape of your face is elegantgaze but poignant stillbut memories stingssecond stain of consequence fruit is rotting and thenthe crowd turns around to go back homeviews so emptybut sane proceeds on its way to the gravecurve of your neck is beautifulshape of your face is elegantgaze but poignant stillbut memories stings asecond stain of consequenceoh consequencethis is consequencethis is consequenceooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh