But don’t believe
‘Cause yesterday I found her
With her clothes still wet
Crying in the shower
On her knees she screamed
“Why the fuck am I falling apart?”
Tapes of your your static voice sounding like the stitches you swallowed
A concave complex life, and a Seraphim’s beating wings you followed
Shot like a satellite, burning rapidly on the veil of the thin atmosphere
As soon as your phantasmagoria began, it all became much more clear
All they ever do is talk with saccharine bleeding broken tongues
Hoping to discern some logic from a common sense long gone
As you scratch tally marks on your hand silently with a garnet pen
Wishing badly that it was a pair of scissors you were holding then
Needle skin and paper hair, and the ashy cigarette butts that you wear
Serotonin tears and that sloven stare which says “I don’t fucking care”
But when the coarsely outlined nightmares all come crashing down
You’ll feel vibrations and aftershocks of the rueful bottomless sound
The screaming moon sends all its best from the collapsing space
Torn down like coloured magazines with a single aegean gaze
Bite down on your pencil until your tooth breaks and souls bleed
Whoever said you were gonna fit in this sophisticated puzzle, kid?
Another shot bullet, another shot of vodka, cold injections and interjections
Another tearstained pillow muffling and numbing your pained sensations
Sunny post-it notes stuck on a paper bag, for a manufactured inspiration
It’s giving you a nasty sunburn, who wants a blinding optimistic illusion?
Parochial drops of burning gold, learn to read between the parallel lines
Midnight nails and garage sales, can’t they read the perspicuous signs?
Tinted shades that block the tainted world away from their callous naïvety
Shaded rose like a melodramatic pose struck in a ludicrous inscrutability
Bitter lemon groves with souring hearts, and they close the equidistance
Collapsing off the words that sent your life spiralling into a malfeasance
Too late did I tell you to hold on, when you’re already falling off the rope
With no net to catch your neck, you’re a human aviation that’s out of hope
Selling pieces of candy bars and gasoline for the faintest leaks of light
Colliding into dead ends to the empty weekend, and you gave up the fight
Eye blink, don’t think, remember that you’re coalescing gossamer being
Fading fast into a sobered demise, and still, would they even start to listen?
Zero gravity infinity, your diminishing fragile tether to an elucidated clarity
Now you’re gone forever, they’ll mourn you in verses of glistening poetry
Your sweet strawberry lips are bruised to purple and forever closed the gates
And I’ll only have the stars and myself to blame, why the fuck was I too late?
One casual phase, and the flowers curled and melted into a defiant serendipity
Gory over glory, your scarlet shoes are dripping away your evanescing vitality
A derided heretic, a bland predicament, that living was your terminal etiology
Now you’ve taken the easy way out, and I never even got to say to you…I’m sorry.
‘Cause you don’t even know you’re an angel
Foolish am I for the times I’ve come and gone
These stars defy love, so close my eyes
And sleep inside your worn-in bed
And it woke me up like a heart attack
When you talk in your sleep I’ll be there
To slow your breath.