Oozezi
Oozezi Creative Collective
In my head she’s living, In my head Of every thought that is caught in the webs of my consciousness Every truth…
Once upon a night so clearly — lit with moonly might and merry,Did I behold a sight so very — very quaint…
Am I allowed to shed a tear?To flip my smile and watch my fear,As it wraps its hands around my wristAnd whispers…
Can I at least be free to live?If nothing else, can I still breathe?What more do you need to believe That we’re…
And so, the night begins its song,As sleeping rods grow hard and long.Moonlit skin commends the night,Allowing rods and rings unite. Tunes…