I heard you call me your princess when you thought I was sound asleep.

let's lay down in disgust
and temporarily comfort each other's doubts
you can play with my hair,
and I'll tell you of this week's misfortunes.
[we can forget the city outside
and hide behind darkened blinds]
as the dragging day turns to night -
masking our sins to shield us from suffering.

Together in sanity.

Perceived attraction.

There is no winner in the game of echoing disappointment.

she'll die without warning
withered violets in her hair
telling the story of tomorrow.

and she has been twirling eternity
for quite some time now
be aware of the eventual demise.

you're a window to the future
[you're the center of loneliness]
an imperfect depiction of a happy man
awaiting death like a match.

love that cuts through layers of evil
breaking the barriers of pain
recalling a past invented by me
it never happened, readjust! readjust!
bring your brain back and unfold!
I'm simply a reincarnation
of a woman of delicate prose
from years ago, she whispers
through voices that tangle my head
"honey, what can you do?"
you are not meant to be here!

I gave up on comfort to be with you
you could say I just wanted
to be part of your world for a day
or a lifetime, if I'm honest
if it were us on that train,
would you look at me the same?
if it were me at that place,
would you still notice my tired face?
would you love me as much,
if I told you what I believe
about life, about death, and what's in between?
I think I'm asleep - think this day is a dream.
as long as I'm here, lucid and lifeless,
there are no burdens to bear
I have no soul to impress
and no one to lay my affections upon.

a momentary reflection of a rainbow on the wall -
I'll get high in the morning -
[ as the night hides under daylight ]
and the stars fall (down) to earth
- filling the eyes of the helpless
- making their home in the eyes of the helpless
as the city awakens for another day