words by dominic riccitello

standing in the echoes of our lies
we divide in the time of our lives
to fall instead of leap
i found you in the depth of corners at night

wading to a tune of darkness

a man who cries to the music

holding his walls as his pillow weeps
to curl each other but feel his grip
we slip on the ice of his sorrow
lies of a man who fails to breathe
eyes of a man who cannot see
we bend to break, we focus on end
i dance with your soul
an aura with shades of yellow
roses in our garden with thorns and edges
bullets which graze skin
to stand next to him but beneath the earth
touching ourselves without the tips
we gravitate to align but fail to find
the point in where we are
the moment in where we were
we played in revolving doors
but eventually you say no more