Baroque fiend making a case for a new day, broke teeth trying to change.
I never wanted to feel like the setting sun on the last day of the last year
whole weeks playing a strange sort of sleeper whole months coming together, whole whiteouts
wholly uncomfortable truth in the meantime, holy untouchable youth killing screen time.
I paid my way in flesh, I paid my weight in flesh, I'm looking for a light-switch
I shiver in the dark, who doesn't shiver in the dark, it's not a problem.
Slow gaze making it's way with a new face, old days seemingly strange, old ties keep tethering down something ruthless, summoning light calling out in the distance.
I shiver through the parks, I shiver through the parking lots but the seduction of the city in my heart, I built a city in my heart, no interruptions.
\_\_\_\_\_\_\_|In the buzzing bones of my body, making sure
| | | | | | | | | | | | | I never fall asleep with anyone there, for anyone
| | | | | | | | | | | | | to be aware of the excuses and scandals I use
| | | | | | | | | | | | | to get myself through the hours spent awake
| | | | | | | | | | | | | and without you would be detrimental to your
| | | | | | | | | | | | | existence, the invisible mistress spreading secrets
| | | | | | | | | | | | | and kisses until I'm jaded and wish this system
| | | | | | | | | | | | | bent to my own, turned from chaos into something
| | | | | | | | | | | | | I completely control. But I'm over and done, skip
| | | | | | | | | | | | | through the moon and the sun, and when I saw
| | | | | | | | | | | | | you in the doorway I accepted you won, and then
| | | | | | | | | | | | | I felt your fingers covered by a thin leather glove,
| | | | | | | | | | | | | and then I felt you gripping harder as though I'd
| | | | | | | | | | | | | ever run. Now hunting down the warm sensation,
| | | | | | | | | | | | | taking transit through the veil of permitted perception
| | | | | | | | | | | | | holding hands and sharing tales of triumphant
\_\_\_\_\_\_\_|creation
Oh to be locked up, terrorized by your own reality changing
Beautiful colours you brought up on one of your rainier days
I saw them in the mirror, I caught us flexing the wave
I saw the scratched out words I caught you trying to save
And in the emptiness of worn out silver tongues and crimson lips,
I wrapped my fingertips around your neck I let your body in
Under my skirt I kept a rifle, held a knife up to your hips
on mattresses until the end, in vibrant dreams it's always
this sort of feeling
that gets us where we need to be
so follow me this evening,
I'll get us where we need to be
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