Hourglass

Broken hours intertwine
Before words can define
The shape of empty space
In shades of nobel grace

Alter shape to disguise
Human form that we despise
Sadness we swallow whole
Is grief beyond control

(We are the sex people)

Fold your arms around the night
Breath my dear you’re slipping away
Fall into the black of night
Tears are falling into the rain
London speaks into the night
Take my hand and slip away