There once was a time
when I let...
and i'm sitting in the kitchen
again, tracing tiles that need...
Nothing is
Ever...
upstairs, the alarm clock
goes crazy trying to wake up my neighbors...
Inspecting my skin like mad,
searching for a source of pain...
A cup of coffee unwrapped
a world were darkness isn't bitter...
In the
silence...
morals in abeyance, our sin-stained lips
take to every vice with black-tar dreams...
The shadow visits me when the moon
unravels his luminous beauty, swaying...
Today, I reminded you
that this house will never...
this will
probably be...
Dear,
you are like old gunpowder...