Promise me, promises that remain in light.
A promise still warm, then frozen to be told,
you were unfaithful, and I salute the tremble,
your look that burned me,
held me torn between the riddle,
twisted surrender crawls cruel through my hearts tail,
to be again by your side, is a longing that yet betrays,
the betrayal that possessed me and undressed my love.

The forgotten man, lost and lonely,
a ghost to himself, a joke,
a **** poor caricature,
riddled with guilt and regret,
no more here or now, just a waste of time,
to walk on tears, that haunt hymn by gone years.

Backwater, *******,
ex show jumper, a bit of a show off,
part time pole vaulter and extreme skier,
also a good dancer haunted by libraries.
You smell the party vibe almost too late to kick the can,
that pass the swallow of kisses not meant a ballroom behind the meaning,
shut up or fall down are you dreaming,
or shang-a-lang meaning,
misdemeanor a pantomime curse that smiles and curses your evening,
hello, there is a light that doesn't go out now, now.

My heart a maze,
you haunt around,
your love is a filigree that makes no sound.
Until you came along,
I was lost and alone,
just me and my heart shaped box,
singing to 4 walls.

Hello Mum,
Hello Dad,
been a while since I said Hello.
Hello, how are you in that cold, cold frozen ground, lonely as an eyesore, where you hear no sound.
Me I am fine taking it day by day,
one thing I ken for sure,
I wish you had been with me on Saturday.

When you walk into the room,
fireworks before me, a ship sinking and yet,
i forget my minds sails to another parallel that swims to deep,
tutut, juju, and warm to light and heartbeat torture of another day
that pendulum monkey on my back dances to that haunted dancefloor
that begs to be conquered from thankful bells that toils to answer,
our disguise and wonder, my sweet our touch is a beauty of a crash course,
for the ravers as you much on quaver after quaver, what about the midnight hour
that gets to be a sweet requiem of us, justice to us that never follow their favourite game.
Goodnight.

You never think of me.
I drown in a well of misery.
You never wanted me.
I haunted that bell you ring to my despair my sadness sings,
two tongues tied and our hunger died,
or our well dried to totem touch or hunger drips to tip toe soul,
hungry passion a maze of hunger that burns the fire of our love.