Cradle

I’m so lonely, always lonely for the lonely things
And your haunted wood brown eyes
And whispering music box lips
This dusty house sits so pretty in the light
Laying silent in your room, the autumn air is cold tonight
Sleepy kitty with the soft white painted cries
Cold and pale the kitchen floor
Bottle-fed and slightly high
Sleeping child on the stairs, carry me with your soft sighs
Muddy puddles and our bodies decomposing
Lost of pride