meetings & mischiefs
on the edge of a newly revisited love
a ship awaits to pull you from here
past pretenses anchor you like stone
yet you rip and sever ties with fear
there were no promises kept
this was never about faith, forever suspect
on the edge of a newly revisited love
a ship awaits to pull you from here
past pretenses anchor you like stone
yet you rip and sever ties with fear
there were no promises kept
this was never about faith, forever suspect
a sea of perfect waves reflect a sun that has yet to have risen. whatever may come of this, i regret to inform you that it may only be temporary and will satiate neither party involved. winter will not bring any type of resolution, no sutures can be affixed to this skin.
dragging around the lake to bring some sort of catharsis out of our souls.
miles upon miles of broken logic and beautiful photosynthesis liven up the highly-contrasting landscape. veins pulsate full of life as they create hypnotic ridges across the canvas of your pale skin.
being held too tight, i've broken your subtle territories.
you smell of cheap wine & cigarettes.
i refuse to let go of your hand and whisper i love you.
a long road that does not merely damn the wicked but also leaves the unknown feeling hollow and frozen.
betwixt the gravel and dragging shoes lay the lush framework of a trail that leads into the fragile shell of the earth. from the paralytic post-twilight air to the technicolor inner machinations of the earth in both physical and spiritual terms.
you take a long, lingering look whilst your body pirouettes and slowly becomes numb to all stimuli.
take my hand, walk, a tender mechanistic shuffle with your feet slowly planted, careful not to send subtle shockwaves through our hands.
without looking back, a world slowly stops rotating and splits open at the seams and reveals its contents that pour out into our eyes and burrow themselves deeply within our dimly-lit souls.
halfway to hell, i'll see you there...
for the long con.