burning

and you looked at me with that fire in your eyes

and as the ambers glowed i knew you would leave me

for everyone does

and i knew that i couldnt take it, again...

leave

i saw your face in everyone, i swear

and it scared me so much.

i couldnt sleep at at all until i knew you were home

even though you didnt know i was waiting.

fall

i was standing there and it was like

those two wings from my back

vanished

leaving only gaping scars

mission

and all you want is just to say:

ill be there, youll see, one day.

so dont go away, dont you move

youll see. ive got things to prove.

pierce

and theres bite marks on my skin

from your sharply pointed grin...

not i

oh gee youre so wise! oh god your thighs! youre so fucking cool, why play by the rules? so, hear my desperate cries as they ring through the night... wait. thats right, i see through your lies. so lets play no more games as we waste away our days. i need to inject before you fucking infect.

aftermath

in that tight tight dress

what a psychedelic mess.

and she didnt know how to stop it.

already won

check your flight make sure its right and try, if you can, to last the night. check shes fine and check her lies walk the streets with exposed upper thighs. walk til morning and work the day sell yourself to get your pay you arent anything you arent new.

this game is over, i think you lose.

mystery

i never knew a thing about him:

from his angels smile to devils intentions he was pure confusion.

but now, as his hand rests upon my leg

i know he has even more layers then i could ever know...

evils kiss

and in that night you were everything to me.

but as days and hours pass you fade away:

"ill give you a reason," you say and i need little more to prompt me...

and much to stop me.

refresh

in her dreams were girls with bones like bird cages, dancing upon dusty stages laced with red lights. gone were pajama days and barely there nights. these were the days of the dreams, the disease...

rest

and in those moments when we lie there

all i keep thinking, as i draw my fingers over your back

is that one day we will only be particles

...until, like dust, we settle

distant

lets scrape away all these distant ideals

for one day we will just be bones, and dust...