Rosalie

Rosalie The path in her brain gets rewarded again Where it hardens and strengthens in a looping refrain. And masked spectres of the past reveal themselves against her will to slide in this moment, alive again pro tem. There's an endless expanding drawn in the eyes A soul decomposing, a body alive. Rosalie lives, lives on her own Scared like a german shepherd, in the back of the yard Wait til morning, cares coming by Changing her clothes, listening to Odd things, throw the cereal on the ceiling. Stretched screams, shallow skin, swollen feet. Rosalie lives, lives with her own Home like a TV sitcom, and her kids in the car Wait til nighttime, see her again, hollow and thin Wading through Odd things, throw the cereal on the ceiling Stretched screams, swollen speech, void of meaning Sad scenes can be beared, can be handled No thing keeps me up, keeps us screaming It's the hardest part, the hardest part Just a relentless regress. --- Rosalie - Great Grandpa