Dragon - Blaenavon

run with me brother away from yourself

pack up a suitcase and drown

Emerse your eyes

pretty lights will disguise

all that you’ve found

empty nests

but the mouths need feeding

mother hen escaped the fate

words all around

but no body left reading

the golden tooth hung out his shoulder (lol not a clue)

drops with a moan

phantom pain has gone and thunder

no seeds to be sown

so come with me countless lover

to the image blue

as children crying on my shoulder

oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo