came late
you appeared
the spandex, the red
the words you never said
it’s brand new, but it’s not you
i watch, think
so many thoughts
can i take you to dinner?
no beginner
i’m just a sinner
i’ve been here
stroked someone with your hair
watched them disappear
thin air
now i’m here
standing imminent
taste your neck, like cinnamon
the vision, my kitchen
but is this one a gentleman?
tips i touch, we transcend
but our souls, they matched
flicker my cigarette
pass my meth
i lust, i loved
your skin, my mouth
i dove, stroked the red
increased the risk
his, all i knew
the queue
the same song
my blues
you, without dues
stroke my muse
flicker my cigarette
one last breath
before i transcend
this
this is the end
move my legs
tap into you
we move, i move
i take you
the wall
your face, so blue
i know, it hurts
lift up your shirt
but stop
your eyes
a story beneath
use my teeth
let go
wipe the sweat
fingers through your hair
rather slow
but i know
i should go
beyond handsome
scrub the walls of my mansion
so alluring, i ponder
my wonderment left me burnt
was it because we weren’t?
i stall, slap, hope, draw
the conclusions
all the illusions
there i stood, blushing
damn-
if only we were something
other than a burnt dissolution
from time called “nothing”
love you, indefinitely
hate you, occasionally
till death, i lust for your love
look at the sky, the dove
a strangers eye
so high, surprised i didn’t die
i laugh, still cry
deny and swipe the fly
look from the outside
left inspired with such a desire
wired and tired
now exhausted, haunted
and sadly
unwanted
rolled the camera
spilled it from eleven till the thought of heaven
watched as i reminisced, the kiss
the mist, it showed
the water, it failed to subside
said if i knew you died, i might not think twice
i’d pay the price to follow you forever
the deep anguish, it comes and flows
it knows i have places to go
hello, i say as i transcend
the letters i penned
once again, the end it comes and goes
more often than we’d like to know
a hundred lives, a hundred thousand knives
things i’d endure, i’m sure
obscure, but damn
i’ll always leave open the door
i don’t mind
the rain and all
when it pours, it pours
occasionally open doors
where we shouldn’t
dig holes – hide bullets
i don’t know
i used to glow
i used to know
now i’m six feet below
thinking, did you like the show?
so remote, so alone, so gone
sitting here amongst the unknown
waiting for the day i explode
fight for me
pulsate a rumble
take a tumble
show me emotion
i love a deep devotion
yet i’m so hard to keep
no one can take it deep
i feel like i’m asleep
begging to be me
something to feel free
i’m on my knees
but apparently
no one can see?
