words by dominic riccitello

in night of
we talk of fading
a demon in midst of ourselves
talking in tongues to hell
we’re basking in him
to feel a bliss of evanescence
the irony of happiness 
kissing the feat of heaven
but the gravel of hell
and i sing a song
in the devils eyes
reminiscing of darker times
where you and i 
we’re gripping each others
necks in dusk and dawn
and swamps of amsterdam
rioting in blood and swollen kisses
broken achilles
tender moments under fog of our past
dancing in ashes never felt far
but reliving a song
we used to sway
sad men in notions
lies i used to sing twice
to see if this is how it felt
how we transcend
in dark and in bliss
sad wishes