Pyres burn my heart tonight

I walk down the timepiece

So it can sip my niceties,

I thaw my soul in the outings

Tears I cried in 63’s,

Shoving my shelf off

Patching the game cards out,


The hotel room’s melting

Fuming the memories I kept for long,

My room is a mess, thinking the dead

I comb my strands recklessly

Bite it like my rusted shackles

The band is dying, I never mortify,


Seeing is a crime

Blindfolded like time,

I have worn out my shoes

Touching the tissues of my mistakes,

I act like Midas.