the snow is cold but i am colder
the sound is buzzing but my mind is louder
the voices
the buzzing
the terrible, terrible sound of her voice.
echoing through my head
telling me to listen
but I will not.

I am the victim.
I am the detective.
I am the suspect.
I am the witness,
of my own crime,
which I have done,
but I will not be there,
to serve my sentence.

A hole inside your chest
driving through
the cold
the snow
but the ice breaks
you know
that you will too.

____

2700 volts is what it feels like when you're near me.

Deux câbles with unlimited power.

Traffic lights
Sidewalks

Neon lights
Fast roads

Head lights
Nothing matters

Fluorescent lights
Midnight youths

Streetlights
Connections

Fireflies
Wishes
_________________­_
Deux fils imaginaires.

Réseau électrique in my soul,
you never need me now.

-Codelandandmore // at midnight ©