What do you do when you've smoked your last cigarette and your love walked out the door?

What do you when the **** don't make you feel like it did before?

Solid rock to sand.
Slipping through my fingers,
yeah, he's my liquid man.

Standing on a floating cliff, it's hard to run from vertigo.

Spin and spin the dizzy trip, a mind like this, I'll never know.

I need to land my sinking ship -- I will not up and float along.

With all the other bits and bolts I need but can't hold on.

Yeah, solid rock to sand.
You're slipping through my fingers,
because you're a liquid man.

Oh mountains fall to canyons.
And clouds will fall to dirt.
The rain will carve the rivers,
for the cycle to rebirth.

Oh what do you do when you're entire heart could crush with just the wrong kind of look? [at the wrong kind of time]

Oh what do you do when love makes you blind?

What if i can no longer find

the grains of sand

that make you mine.

What if I lose you?
What if I lose you?
What
          if
             I
               lose
                      you?

Solid rock to sand.
Slipping through my fingers.
He's a liquid man.

Yeah, solid rock
                            to sand.

i wish to touch the bits of you that endure my dirt.
i wish
more than ever the shape of your face in the curve of my long and twisted fingers.
there's something about it that make my hands
okay to look at again.
like they may have a found a fitful purpose, caressing the demon mouth
that kisses my angel teeth,
residing underneath
my loved lips
that send trips
to your words.
they encase your bright
eyes
and devour the confidence left in them.
but what i meant
to say was, i see your bright
eyes
showing fight to the fence
that you build so high.
i can see the lies shine
like a light was tied ,
just for me to breach them.
just so i could teach them,
you are one to beat them.
even though its you who seeds them.

emitting the aroma of tainted goodness and its all
okay
because of the eutony of this all.
these words can break my fall.
if i make the call,
and summon the space,
my soul
will come and take the place
of the weak face
i can no longer
sonder,
anymore in the background of your filled up recognitions.

there's
no
space
for
my
sad
face.
there's
no
place
for
my
heart
ache.

sent into solivagance.

this is a dark red redamancy,
one of a curse.
the birth
of our breakage
started at the first
touch of a sacred
unto a scarred soul.
and she cried
finding nothing but an empty black hole,
in return. forever churned
in a lustuous magnetism.
a
love prison.

its something that buries itself
beneath all the logic in my heart,
creeping from underneath my sins.
its some kind of wonder,
beckoning the birth rights
of every death in my future.

[ it's some kind of mutual case of kalopsia. ]

Of all the questions that beg my being,
why do my fingers still only look straight
when they're resting on your rigid face ?

cause i can't tell.

your tongue said it once,

now i'm lost in a spell.

it's a switch flipped .

a dazy trip.

falling through the fingers

of your last hard grip -

*contemplating the compliment that comes with you.