Hymns

I romanticise the turn of Autumn

I dust the pictures on the shelf

Take a slow walk through the cemetery and think about death

It's probably just lack of sleep but it's getting hard to breathe

Standing seems like an effort

So I'm heading back to bed for an hour or two of peace

I stole you a crucifix on a Summer night

So your child wasn't born under a bad sign

I spend my evenings in the woods in a skeleton mask

Scaring the shit out of neighbourhood kids from my past