To the
Wackiest...
They swayed
into darkness...
Looking into a mirror,
is not an easy thing to do...
He came to me
from the corner...
there’s a surging
under her skin...
You're here;
potent like sharp arrows of light...
The voice preached within
her veins, passed to her head...
I saw the road behind me
fold into the setting sun...
Nostalgia used to claw under
my skin like dull razors...
The old house on the hill sits empty
its still structure a thousand tongues of silence...
The day morphs, takes its bow
twilight bleeds crimson...
This won't be praising
the planet for existing...