brian jones

by Marlon Thierry Laurent Fink. Posted in Text

I want to dig deep into the moat

A cutout heart dies faster than a real one broke

Solely captivated in that bed of mud

Dead, though covered like in a field of rosebuds

Angels dawn on me like luring vultures

Divine I lie there, broken like an antique sculpture

A crippled tree there finally grows

To show that I died of an overdose.