running on lines i told myself in echo
of where i was when time was fine
like ruins in my brain from days where
a daze was all i had
but i’m dancing in oasis
yet some call it purgatory
i think of it more as if it’s harmony
a soul and mine combined to find ideas
i used to tell myself in night
where shadows crept upon
dying was beside me
it was like fine wine
but cheap wine got us drunk faster
into you before i
and i watched as you twirled
in and out of consciousness
ignoring unrequited bliss
and he was a preacher
who talked upon himself
a hardness, a leather
blue sheets at night
with the moon of bronson
talking to us
from cemeteries we used to lie under
with voices in night
i still talk to you
i still talk at you
and it was always for you
like love in light
wine in night
shadows i used to hide
like pride on my tongue
how i used to give you it all
as if its high tide and you needed mine
to breathe at night