Whistling wind from a screaming sky, I look to you and find myself in gentle eyes. I find a land so cruel but a doorway above. Kissing in the dark, what have we done? I taste blood, and seeing spots I say "what dancing fool have I made myself today?" Curtains hang down, but the light shines through. I drain these words from my skull
- confessions I've written to you.
Linger and loathe, is this the way we were taught to love?
We wander in this fire and smoke just for fun. She's leaving now but I see her steady pace. She leaves the door cracked and I try to look away, but I know that pretty face. On these nights where I should be dreaming, I'm doing busy people things.I could scream in my car with you, but I know no one is listening.
There is a silent place that I could call my own, but it's outdated and old. It hides me away from the streets, and keeps out the people so cold.