Cold of Night

. hmmmm... it's just humming... there never was no secret... it's just endearments. Yo

how good can we be?

we shall let blind willie nelson

die, cold in his sleep...

and sing to us a long solution

　

oh dear

but who the f**k are we?

lettin' robert johnson fade..

to nowhere, dead as he sleeps...

from tainted whiskey

oh dear　

and how dare you sir!

come at me

with cultural creeps

boy

i'm only here to offer

　

you c***s

you paid off the fire marshal

I won't have you

but I will bunt

I will take my base

　(I hate that you...)

you made me use

the word I don't use

(and)

in time

　

I will cry loud my whisper

you punk

so I will find it

inside your flesh

To set you free

Why haven't you f*****g killed me?

--- my friend I am featureless...

My love I am fearless

I am Ava

Without the robot

(we will get to die)

Author's Note

An artistic chameleon .... If I could make myself,