waking up with inexplicable bruises
the sound of you on my mind
i roam around an empty bed
in an empty house
in a broken city

where everything reminds me of you
didn't you say
you loved broken wings
and blue eyed girls?

i go to sleep
pristine pale skin
i dream of dancing with the devil
while you watch

i wake up
dark red scars on my calf
i think of you as freddy kreuger
maybe some sort of alien

you always were
too good for this world
or perhaps too malicious

you always said,
"you exist you exist you exist"
you always cried
when i said i loved you

shirts ruined from your salty
acidic
tears

i fall (apart) asleep
in the back of a car
on its way to nowhere close to you