the world can be cold
cruel, unforgiving, horrid
but sometimes there's warmth

racing across the train platform,
one hand on our heads keeping our beanies in place,
the other clenching each other's

we slid in through the doors,
catching our breath in between laughter
we make it above ground just as the sun is setting over astoria
and i swear your eyes turn golden

my favourite you comes out at night
we lose track of time, put away our cell phones,
and vandalize this whole **** place with our love

carve your name into my rickety old heart like you did the trees
near bethesda
kiss me long and hard, like the winters
just as refreshing when i open the door and seeing you,
my own wonderland

melt this ice pick inside of me
set me on fire, for all i care
everything is dying right now,
but for once, for once, it doesn't feel like it

Horus without his eyes could see
the lies that told untruths to him
but
felt the seed grow deep within that
pinned hope to his heart
and sin?
the many or the few
knew what the riddle was,
the sphinx not being one of them.

I was one among the many men who
travelled chaotic in the now and then it
always came back to some beginning.

Legend has it that,  but legend always did
apart from that which Arthur hid
and who knows where?

I skip
I prance to lead myself
a merry dance
at times it seems
the thing to do.

Horus knew
and now
I do too
you only have to see.