Alex Art

I can't make the hills, the system is shot. I'm living on pills, for which I thank God.

My ****** howls, my angels upset. But I'm not allowed a trace of regret.

For someone will use the thing I could not be. My heart will be heard, impersonally.

She'll step on the path, she'll see what I mean.

I loved your face, I loved your hair, your t-shirts and your evening wear.