words by dominic riccitello

i dance in thought behind sullen walls
to cross and break or peer from beyond of what it takes
to feel i fall for the devils i call
in my mind at night i dream to what it could be
and i would but i wouldn’t because what it takes is pure sanity
which is what i feel before i could breathe
your song in mind
we’re dancing and it becomes instantly fine
 
have you ever been touched by the darkness at night
when the shadows breathe and you’re suddenly here
before me at night in mirrors i look
they call it a reflection but i 
can’t seem to find this person in mine
it looks all but lost
in darkness i call for thoughts which were
never here or never there
as you were standing behind your fireplace
looking out but never in this
direction i spent in your bed with alcohol ridden smell
 
you were nothing but
as we were all that it was
chapter seventeen in a book where pages never seemed
to be in order and lies you couldn’t see them
it was a hymn but in purgatory
words in pure honesty
and i still feel you
in the air at twenty-three
and in five years you’re dancing in thin air
on river lea
and here i stand in nineteen with pure sanity