alisha's attic
the still life
is all i ever do
there by the window
quietly killed for you
in this glass house
my insect life
crawling the walls
under electric lights
i'll go
into the night
he and i
is this still life
all i'm good for too?
and they drive by
like insects do
they think they don't know me
they hired a car for you
to go
and this still life
is all i'm good for too
but it's still
still life