Trouble seeing past yourself
Hidden clearing enveloped in fog

You used to be there on the other side
And on this one, not trying to hide from light
Were both trying to move away from the past
But I can still call you anytime
If i want to hear your answering machine
And the sound of you ceasing to care
Anymore vacant than the air filled with spirits
Your head is scared by dizzying heights.  
As i dangle my feet from the belltower
Craning my head around side to side
To see who is speaking bellow
You leave me to my fascinations
And bid me a silent farewell  

Now we both haunt each other
We make beautiful music turn stale
I spend my life weighing my heart
Against my **** and my brain
On divinity, morality, and Anubis's scale
Laughing he says you are my toll to pass
Onto the land of whatever i truly want
Since i will never know what i need
And you will never know what you want
And we give and take quite equally
You take the life out of me, i leave you guilty
We are such a perfect couple, of suckers
Blood dripping from two puncture wounds

Emblazon body a flame
Peaking on acid again

She makes me vivid
Happy because it is
Beautiful simply because

She gives me kisses
Not hers, they are mine
How uniform this is

We make each other
Happy because we are
Beautiful soulely  because

How could you out live Drusilla?
She was so much more alive than you
Hold yourself on the island you were saved on
Jovanize yourself for the name of the aqueducts
Tyrant, they will never forget you
Cut off the head of the desert continent
Starvation continues to this day
Savages! Treasure, **** lust
Black and white, the worlds mouth
Mediterranean power corruption

All the empty promises that we are
Every breathe you chose not to take
Stepping on the serpents tail repeatedly
Letting out all that is coiled inwards

This is a removal of myself from me
Everything kept disappointing virtue
Hollow ground and cello overtures
Spitting blood, veins pouring red wine

The other side of your endless silence
Vanity an approachable dinner topic
Did not find myself sanctuary in me
Until  we let go of being born to die

Taking the early way out steadfast
Red robin hovering over patch of clovers
I know a place where its all disappeared
And you do not have to exist to anyone.

Failing topics and endless sunburst
Green stained bronze, for this ball room chatter
Dreams of you on the mezzanine
Coming down the stairs happy to see me
Yet now they have reversed. It is you
Who can not come upstairs, house of proper
My wife giving akward glances from over her shoulder ,

Old friends , and ***** dens
Memories hidden inthe dust and murk
Wallow in squalor , under the decks of a high hoisted ,
Eleven white painted canvas for a tall ship
Cutting lukewarm Mediterranean seas
Falling tropics, and sand breeze
Dry humidity, salty clothes, silence over the wind

Hailing a cab
The splashing of more important things around me, a chill ness that kisses my entire face up and down, runs her sleek January nothing through my hair.
Saving fair a block early to get a bite to eat
Fair weather traveller heading home to his hole
Digging to come out the turnstile
Old habits / catching the subway.

Merry weather fan, snacking on peanuts
Glancing out the window, over your nervousness
How high do planes fly? 35000 feet and you've never looked better, smiles shaking hands with each other.  Strangers , every time
Experiencing life in second sight.