Give the night two glowing eyes
The ashes spilling on your lap
And blue goes grey
And stories
stay
clamped tight behind
your pursed and frozen lips
Back alley ways through black
and lighter greys
We'll bend our steps up northward
past the frosted window panes
and swallow stories whole
Winter's on its howling way
We're making up and think we're on the mend
(How are you making out,
My stony, ash-faced friend?)
'Cause I been lying under
aching, heavy skies
And now I'm chewing on another sad story
The year's ragged breaths
now begin to freeze
I gotta level with you:
--Speaking honestly--
The silence feels just like a fight.
"We could skate down frozen streets."
You say to me and I keep
seeking half-lived heat
Pretend to listen
and I'm streaking through
'til Spring
Don't want another season's empty lies.
"I'm ******* sick of this place
it's always, always only
filling empty space--
but we keep living here.
And I know that we're still
just way too **** young to die."
Winter just arrived today
You're breaking up and I don't think you're on the mend
How are you taking the
muddy, snowy end
that never ends? And, brother,
winter skies fall slow.
Time to spit out every fermenting story
The year's rattled breaths
froze and, now, they're ceased.
Let's take another shot for the deceased and face the fact that
we are all marked and diseased,
At least that's what I've seen 'til now.
That's all I've seen 'til now.
Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 7:06 PM UTC
Give the night two glowing eyes
The ashes spilling on your lap
And blue goes grey
And stories
stay
clamped tight behind
your pursed and frozen lips
Back alley ways through black
and lighter greys
We'll bend our steps up northward
past the frosted window panes
and swallow stories whole
Winter's on its howling way
We're making up and think we're on the mend
(How are you making out,
My stony, ash-faced friend?)
'Cause I been lying under
aching, heavy skies
And now I'm chewing on another sad story
The year's ragged breaths
now begin to freeze
I gotta level with you:
--Speaking honestly--
The silence feels just like a fight.
"We could skate down frozen streets."
You say to me and I keep
seeking half-lived heat
Pretend to listen
and I'm streaking through
'til Spring
Don't want another season's empty lies.
"I'm ******* sick of this place
it's always, always only
filling empty space--
but we keep living here.
And I know that we're still
just way too **** young to die."
Winter just arrived today
You're breaking up and I don't think you're on the mend
How are you taking the
muddy, snowy end
that never ends? And, brother,
winter skies fall slow.
Time to spit out every fermenting story
The year's rattled breaths
froze and, now, they're ceased.
Let's take another shot for the deceased and face the fact that
we are all marked and diseased,
At least that's what I've seen 'til now.
That's all I've seen 'til now.
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