From dusk till dawn I think of you..
Since you left I've been sad and blue...
A one-man band
has sketched poetry through his music...
All I recall is the sight of people running away,
some in pajamas, others the way God...
Dark hues of winter
mornings are still...
The only company that
has knocked on my door...
My scars tell a story
they tell you my pain...
I have been wearing
the perfume of our past on my skin...
We were dancing, then
a bomb blew our lives apart...
We're in a life where clammy walls ate half of our
dreams, where the scent of lead corroded the rest...
We love
We hate...
There's a dusty wooden staircase, with squeaky...
that ascend from my heart to my brain. Thoughts...
This sort of eerie grin manifests on my face
when I think of how we use to lay awake...