dribble

[rinna(on leave...for eternity)]

Don't weep for me
For I am not sad
I am worn
Tired of waiting
Of wanting
Of yielding
I want to sleep

Butterfly flew past this morn
Scorning me for her sins
With her beelzebub eyes
It must've been me
I wish I could paint
I wish I could sing
It must've been me

Does butter fly?
Does it flutter by?
Why is red?
Why don't I cry?

Don't weep for me
For I am not sad
I am worn, and
I dribble

[Hunter]

Well done, Rinna.