there are blacker shadows still
than those you’ve made your way inside.
in every corner, dressed to ****
lurks every demon that you hide;
and you may walk quite a fine line
but how dense is your great divide,
and is your gravity enough to take from me
what has so long been mine?

concurrently, the thorny rose has made its cuts run deep
and while it cannot be uprooted, still it must submit to sleep;
and in its sleepy daze the only truth that blossoms from its stem
is that the truth is but a tool that’s forged by us and used by them.

a gallery of faces now to choose that hazy mask,
wherein the mystery supplied will quickly shift and never last.
and though i’ve gathered it up once,
it seems a necessary place
inside this junction between where your heart once was,
and empty space

i have lost my faith in love
when i lost my favorite one
no kiss, no kiss, no kiss.