Talent Ash

Your violins and gin won't save you

“Welcome to the green hour,” she greets me with a smile, as she pours an emerald glass of liquid, and sets the sugar cube on fire.

the trees stand by and breathe along with us, And you smile

Of nights dangled from a wall of stars

To the murdered hearts, suspended, as if years never pass

Falling star, find me a home, I'm searching for one all on my own

fade from me, it's been way too long, that I've walked this blinding road, and I'm not that strong