words by dominic riccitello

dying in truth
to feel a living blue
sky in my mind
we’re triggering out
from withering heights
and i call out your name
to feel an echo of something
we feed ourselves in night
because the sky is at darkness
we see ourselves
behind velvet curtains
bleeding moments
our emotions in us
feel nothing but just
a man in truth
in purple hues
in sadness of a moment
disguised behind yellow
of the sunlight
in eyes we hide our heaven
crescents beyond definition of a moon
i ride in thought of june
with hands atop mountains
screaming in oasis
in crisis 
in wasted places