FALLEN ANGELS

The queue awash with fallen angels trying to disguise their state, lights seem to be moving slower than before, as we stagger to and fro, I don't know where I am, don't know where I've been

And you're looking kind of gaunt with your eyes etched in black, I've got a flask in my pocket, we could share it if you like,And if you try and stay awake, I'll try and do the same

The love I give you in the evening, come morning will be absent

- Louise Barron