words by dominic riccitello

lying in a bed in venice
thinking of you
how your arms
used to craft my essence
i’m crying on clouds
in daze and haze
in catacombs of hearts
skulls leave me at bay
i’m screaming your name
from rooftops i jump from
clinging to drugs
to echo your base from
i held your hands
to hold your heart
screaming your name
but it’s not you
is it