When I think of you
And a Synthwave beat plays
In the back of my head,
I don't think of Rambo two,
Nor bad guy vs nice guy
Cheesy pick up lines,
Nor a world of Vice City,
Nor Vanilla Ice,
Nor Sarah Connor,
Nor John Connor,
Nor a text based program
That sends lovely little notes
To your highschool sweetheart.
When I think of you
And Aha's Take On Me
Blasts keyboards right below me
All shying away
From a single thought of you.

When I think of you,
And a Synthwave beat drums
And races the BPM of my heart,
I close my eyes and picture you
Dead, stuck inside an eternity
Of colours
From your father's favourite T
-Shirt.


-- Eleanor

I barely wear my own skin
And you wear me out
Like washed out jeans
And the reputation
You gave yourself.

You see, I used to linger
In the void,
Without an etiquette
And I was twenty-four people
In a single day.

When you say we are here
For me and not for you,
I can't help but crash
And shut down
Like an old computer
And when you turn me back on

I am reset, but still broken.


-- Eleanor

Where do you exist
Between everyone I knew
And everyone I'll ever know
And everyone I am, ever was
And will ever be?

Water is fluid,
Able to take pretty much
Any shape you put it in.
Water is so fluid
You could pour it
Inside your empty shell
And figure out your volume.

Yet, it has a characteristic
Unique to itself.
It will parallel any architecture.
And you parallel my design
At your utmost perfection.
Perhaps, just perhaps
It's the reason we never meet.


-- Eleanor

Boom Boom Boom
Three kicks and a snare
Three men, one stare.
Three words, one death
I heard you take a breath.

Boom Boom Boom
My glory at your feet
My heart skipped a beat.
You fed me off your crumb
You never told me
Where you came from.

Boom Boom Boom
Garnish, tarnish, vanish
I thought I had demons
Around my ring finger
But the tricks I know
At your corridor linger.
Picked, clicked, tricked.

Boom Boom Boom.


-- Eleanor

Maybe our bodies are processes in time
And time was born
To breathe in and out
And die.

Every breath taken
Is the universe expanding
Then crunching like a lung
And we are but particles
Colliding against each other
Out of desire to exist.

Most things don't exist, you see
Most things dwell in the vast shadow
Of the unseen, unexplainable
Probability of life and interaction
Is too bizarre to be coincidental.

So tell me who you are.


-- Eleanor

I hate you
Like the smell of crystal
When I can't afford it.
Like the smell of ethanol
When I am pregnant.
I hate you
Like the sound a coin
Makes against the ground
When I can't toss one.
Like the taste of regrets
Diluted in vinegar
When I am hungover.
And I hang around
Just to mess about.

When will the world end
And you abduct my mind
Must it leave a crack open.
Water creeping under the door,
Light creeping over the wall,
You creep onto my skin
Toe to skull, hair to bone.
When will the world end
And the socket of my eyes
Hurts to see you,

Just to tell you
I hate you.


-- Eleanor

The labyrinth within
Is mere usufruct -- I know,
A set of mind games --
A series of wrong turns
Like the line you said
Curves and forms a circle.
You give me vertigo --
Before spinning me around
Inside a dartboard
Between frames and numbers
You may shoot,
But please not the centres.

Because you're so unreal
That if you existed at all
You would be a ghost
A ghost with a snowball.


-- Eleanor