Love her like
She's the raging sea,
Unrestrained and dark and deep.
And you crave her touch
Through aching pores
As you slowly drown in sleep.

Love her like
She's the tender storm,
A lovely shade of grey.
Like with every whiff
Of breath she takes,
She's taking yours away.

Love her like
She's the silent clouds
With calmness floating by.
Like you'd want to make
Sweet love to her
Under the moon's apocalyptic eye.

Love her like
She's the blazing fire,
And you lust the candied pain.
Like she's the disease
That swallowed you whole
And you'd like to die again.

When her gentle touch
Makes your chest explode,
And your addiction is your girl.
Promise you'll love her
Through hell and back,
Or don't you dare love her at all.

Let us go hence: the night is now at hand;
The day is overworn, the birds all flown;
And we have reaped the crops the gods have sown;
Despair and death; deep darkness o'er the land,
Broods like an owl; we cannot understand
Laughter or tears, for we have only known
Surpassing vanity: vain things alone
Have driven our perverse and aimless band.
Let us go hence, somewhither strange and cold,
To Hollow Lands where just men and unjust
Find end of labour, where's rest for the old,
Freedom to all from love and fear and lust.
Twine our torn hands! O pray the earth enfold
Our life-sick hearts and turn them into dust.

Save the last cigarette
for the ride home.
Brave the storm, hide your keys.
Getting lost, you never know.

And without a source of direction
we lift
And rumble throughout the sky.

Left-handed ambiance,
So typical with the tyrant,
The hierarchy of a mind.

Bass drums so loud I can't breathe,
hold onto what's haunting me.
And this car isn't ready to ride.

You broke me bad and I knew you would.
Yet, I still fell harder and harder for you.
Now I only feel my back against my bed,
and all I see are twinkling lights above my head.
Thank God for the rain and its company, sound.
But sad. Each drop is doomed as it heads for the ground.
And like these drops, I too was in free fall.
Until you became the earth and ended it all.

With twist and turns and crumbled sheets
I lay awake to only hear you speak.
that sweet sound that makes me fly,
the same that made my stomach knot
when you whispered goodbye.
and I long and pray for just one word
and send tiny notes on carrier birds.
to travel distances strange and far
to reach your window pane
somewhere, wherever you are.
and if that pane is frosted white
when these spilled out thoughts
have reached your hand
a year has passed, darling.
believe it or not,
always and forever,
where you left,
I still stand.

Dense gray smog and crimson bricks.
Sidewalk crawlers pulling tricks.
And here I sit, a man '**** ******.
In my kingdom of consumption, and crimson bricks.