changeling

we spent days, filled with desire,

making plans for the memories we hoped to make...

tied at the wrists

it was merely a moment of mild infatuation with only the idea of a nobody

raw

its a fucked up world so welcome in;

it tastes like smoke and it tastes like sin.

its a fucked up world so let me go;

this truth, it hurts, but id rather know...

object

i spend each day wondering what you do, where you go

but im starting to think that its all just a show.

theres so much about you, i still dont know.

danube

softly serenaded on a landscape of blue

you thought it could work but she wasnt right for you...

past

it was all you and you and you

and me

getaway

lets run away from all of this.

desire

i want:

to tell you all about my demons, my dreams.

but, somehow, theres nowhere to start...

vesuvian

it was like liquid kisses;

liquid licks, liquid fire. lick your arms, lick your limbs

an undignified exit, a smoldering grave

we were burnt in that city in that molten wave.

remains of the day

i regarded your bones as unimportant,

at the time.

examinable

the ink drips like midnights blood.

page after page of nonsensical dribble;

its too much for my head...

scrutinized

in your eyes.

i see behind them this entire world, this entire land.

like my dreams. inside you i see everything i fawned over so long and i see you, you, nothing but you. all i ever wanted. all i ever needed. but there you are. and he stands between, between you and my dreams.

three

musketeers.

(or so i thought we were).

but it seems that it is me that is, replaceable.

always the trouble always the one, to be left

alone.

after-show party in a bath

that girl should have been a mansion...

jilt

lets leave this old town behind;

run as far and as fast as we can,

and try, not to fall...