words by dominic riccitello

this was our fast feel thirty
a sad dream seemingly
fists and screaming
entwined in the echoes of our decay
i felt your palms turning
tears and a solemn hello
have you ever seen a man burning in the horror of his greeting
satan’s enthrall of a beautiful goodbye
tears and broken virtue
we sway in the vapid of our essence
shouting words as if we were mere
to take your hand and take the fall
we felt nothing more than we were
in the moment, in our heaven
without a remedy
for the sound of all the broken memories