Roaring thunder and piercing electric storm
Spiral static for two lovers caught in white noise
Slowly flickering on the television screen
Granulated face, making your arms a pyramid
I will turn you off and pull the plug
What did you say? I couldn’t hear
So all I did was smirk and shrug
He throws down his lightning bolt
In a rage of piercing blue fury
The movement of your eyes makes me weep
Across the gaseous sky that has condemned us
So we hide our guilt in a black shoebox
Waiting for a light to spark the silence
But silence is the orchid struggling to bloom
We sat in the corner, and you held me like a child
When the walls lit up with pulsing light
Like luminous veins glowing in a cavern
Reaching and snaking across the cold walls
It was then when I heard your chest
Sporadic, charged with life
A new battery in your soul
Yet my wires were still a mess
Apr 30, 2011
Apr 30, 2011 at 7:23 PM UTC
Roaring thunder and piercing electric storm
Spiral static for two lovers caught in white noise
Slowly flickering on the television screen
Granulated face, making your arms a pyramid
I will turn you off and pull the plug
What did you say? I couldn’t hear
So all I did was smirk and shrug
He throws down his lightning bolt
In a rage of piercing blue fury
The movement of your eyes makes me weep
Across the gaseous sky that has condemned us
So we hide our guilt in a black shoebox
Waiting for a light to spark the silence
But silence is the orchid struggling to bloom
We sat in the corner, and you held me like a child
When the walls lit up with pulsing light
Like luminous veins glowing in a cavern
Reaching and snaking across the cold walls
It was then when I heard your chest
Sporadic, charged with life
A new battery in your soul
Yet my wires were still a mess
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