A bead forms as water cascades on the brink
of pressure while old dirt trails form in flesh.
Lips crack, parched, desperate for a drink.
Nostalgic for a time when the pain was fresh.

Falling into a hole not dark, but softly grey.
Rubbing silt away so the sun shines through.
Parchment falls into the flame, out of the way.
And I sit, and I rest, and I think about you.

I want to lie on the rocking chair.
Long-forgotten dread drifting off to the side.
I don’t remember the love we had, but I lied.
All in my head, detailed illusions lay bare.

I ******* and cry and disgust the heavens.
Slice deep into the chest. Heart in my hands.
For now we must carve out my final demands.
Until now in the din, I die, and so goes the raven.

Shakily take a drag; swallow the smoke.
Own up to your sins or else die trying.
Respectfully decline the subtle joke.
Rejoice, as the time wilts and you're dying.
Yes, you are a ghost, naked and alone.

Stain the shadows with your spit.
Romp and roll around the mud.
Dance with Devils in the mist.
Sing your song, and spittle blood.

Burn a bush with inky smoke.
Lift your love and then elope.
Calm the crowd, breathing slowly.
Break your bones on the pavement.

Laying down on asphalt.
Burnt embers on your lips.
A taste so nostalgic.

Hands joined, baked by the sun.
Onyx speckled visage.
The crackle of lips chapped.

Whispers tickle my ear.
Your nail gently clawing.
Our hearts finally free.

The revolution's in the way of my evening plans.
A little spitfire bounced, your days are numbered.
Ooh, leap out of the fire and into the lukewarm pan.
There's nothing I don't believe in, so join in and dance.
Don't forget, you're just an infant sitting and singing brambles.
So let's go down the street and forget, the drug always enchants.
One two three days long, do not run this one's only the preamble.

Melodies, on the cusp of disbelief.
Whispered secrets to the dog with no leash.
Dance together by candlelight my tale.
Flicker and shimmer and love without fail.
Until amber honey oozes within
your fiery warmth now freed from its sin.
A cider and spider sat by the hearth.
Moments like these hold value beyond worth.

Your eyes upon mine, our words trace our ears,
true wonder my dear, there’s nothing to fear.
With me by your side, and your hands in mine,
we’ll ride this train to the end of the line.
A parade of sparks trailing in our wake,
living day by day, ignoring the stakes.
Resting arm in arm in a bed so warm.
Together my dear, we’ll weather the storm.