theres breadth inside our brevity. alive between the lines. a side street and a precipice, we'll always own this night. twined beneath the city lights to blame our slow decline, and press against that blackened bastion to claim the time we couldn't miss
always infatuated on my time with certain smiles, bags under my eyes. define that shade of red, and the way it kissed the sky. the lines are blurred objective ere the early stages rest, imagination onward wanders as all such rogues are blessed, to stop and spell the names of all the loves, dressed for death each holy night.
i'll keep my coastal secrets
wave goodbye each time
flirt to fade reality
your devils on my mind
who are you to open to my sideways smile, stripped and sidled apologies alas where they don't belong with feelings lost but not so long abandoned. you were the night. i might just lie here in guilted charm, no harm done but damn the casting dawn for all it's casted on. lost before the heart could draw on favorite faded lust forever gone.
full moon gospel from flashback smile highs. revel in the center, walk the moonlit miles. guarded arms awarded theres no need for time. onward darkened destiny, bright with green, foreshadows cast
onset. uncertain settled paranoia, specked in purple flashing faces. fleeting. fast. those friends that tremble by the darklight when we melt, in seats in secret rooms for secret ruse. routine apocalypse in evening dreams that burn our just proximity and thus we've all burnt clean. listen to the lullabies in all these hard-heart songs. listen to the long goodbyes.
anonymous and alive in place
stood side by side,
and found out quiet spaces filled the void
where voices failed to try
i lean on all the next times
when delusion beds and binds.
going through the motions as i'm the only ghost walking long the hallways of a home thats not my own. i'll only haunt myself, alas, the past a foolish gold. back again. back from then, to raise the skull and bones.
i can still hear the sound
and your smile in different shades.
that "christmas morning creak"
i thought i was ready,
but the song turned to blades
so back to where once began
for the spiral starts again.