Halfway To Asphodel

Arthur, Arthur in the phone; Who’s the craziest in the unknown? When the world preys and prays, Who’s the one cast and thrown? Arthur, Arthur in the phone; Who’s the loner most prone? Coming home to be a lone, Who’s the bad man cast in stone? Arthur, Arthur in the phone; Whose screams are sung intone? You give, give and only give, Whats truly your own? Arthur, Arthur in the phone; Whose life do you disown? All your flaws flayed to the bone All else’s to condone. Arthur, Arthu

Tears, warm tears, Flow by my side. Scaling the skin Very much alive, A remnant of what’s died. Tears, unwanted tears, Flow by my side. Tickling the cheek, Which betray A message’s bespeak. Tears, sad tears, Flow by my side. Drawing a sniff, Drawing attention, But it’s no one’s tiff. Tears, happy tears, Flow by my side. Making a funny sight, Never seen before, Hidden behind might. Tears, healing tears, Flow by my side. Wash the eyes, Clearing my vision, As the trail dries.