words by dominic riccitello

we were symbolic for rage
for desire
for a fiery crash of an endless tomorrow
with twists and turns
burnt pages of a religion too vast to follow
and there we went
running with madness
a release of our yesterdays
conversing with this, for that
with intentions we couldn’t seem to grasp
and now we’re here
wondering where we’re going
if tomorrow’s our last day
if this is how it’s supposed to end
with rage and one sided sorrow
delusions one couldn’t seem to follow
ideas and visions
a drip of love
and a swinging hand