Here's to mourning the things we never lost
Here's to dying over a cause you don't believe in


Here's to beating yourself up for things that were already preordained


Here's to sorrow.


It's the unique taste on your tongue and mind,
It's the feeling you never had,
It's the tune you never heard.

For it doesn't exist.

Now, do I have your attention or should I fuel your apprehension?

You should stop looking too much into what you dream.
They're more akin to a waking nightmare.

Their skin. Their waists. Their movements.

Intoxicating, aren't they?

Now that you've come up to breathe.

Now that you're on dry ground again.

You are not Icarus.

And they are not the Sun.

You know what you felt.

A great amount of suppression of lust.

But the fire, oh the fire.

Rouse yourself.

Douse the flames.

A soft silky smooth thread falls into your hands again.

Let it go.

The only thing he's ever done,

Oh so tired of all the wrongs

A little more.

Every day.

Kept falling apart and.

Slipped away.

Slithering snakes obscure view,
Aching with need, want, desire.
Her fingers trace, knead, embed themselves in mine.

It's the disquiet that follows.
Aching burning crying deep within.


It is just something simpler than what you usually find,
The bliss you find,
When you're all out of time.

To feel red, to bleed red, to be red.

It's not enough.

The blood must flow unconsciously,
The need bleeds from every inch of self.

A hunger, that is not misunderstood.

A quiet day followed by empty nights without her.

It's finding she's Yoko to your Lennon.

Ah, the silence of conniptions.

What would they say, what would they do?

There is no cold white light for me.
Only the stark white after all the grey.

You walk into lives, clenched fists
You stray into lives, clenched fists

She tells him her story
He tells her his tale

We wander into souls, open-shut eyes.
We float into souls, closed-circuit minds.

A glass offered to ghosts
A dreamy interlude

They left us, with bleeding hands.
Left you, with broken bones that will never heal.

Her perfect circle.
His vicious cycle.

Sun, where we began and danced in her light until we grew tired of being and went apart from each other, promising to write snail mail and songs.
Mercury, where we collided and saw each other for the last time, hurtling towards a great unknown.
Venus, where we never knew strife and bargain, to begin with a step back and two steps forward, enchanted by all she had to offer.
Earth, was where we found each other, after walking quite a distance away from each other, only to meet again along the infinite line.
Moon, where the concept of death became alien and we danced to the ebbing of waves on the cold shores lit ablaze by the bonfires in our hearts.
Mars, where the idea of war entered our souls and waged war we did, turning whole empires into ash with our weaknesses and humanity.
Jupiter, where it was decreed our penance would be great, and humility would be in our bones before long.
Saturn, when we knew our time tending to orchards and vineyards for our sins would be over, and we danced until the morning light.
Uranus, whole and plain for us to see, the empty void of unchange making our souls sick, for everyday was exactly the same.
Neptune, where we finally settled on the same shores we met each other at first, and held each other closer than we ever did, as time itself stopped.