You are my corrupted dream.
An intended perverted fairytale.

The break rolls in.  
Your fingertips white with selfish memories.
Addicted, with fabricated smiles after dark.
Time pours faster.
The embers cling to balconies and bedposts.
Stepping gently from another unwelcomed sunrise.
We sink into an inevitable blindness.

You ****** into abandon.
Awaiting a slow bitter collapse.
Full speed cold front.
No stopping the fever.
Four walls, two ways to burn them down.
One pitiful habit to sober the spell.

Melodic moments raise their weary hands
And rock the city comfortably.