And I feel this longing
Of past lives
Far off introspective
That seem to glisten like all of the stars in the night
The feeling that I've lived a thousand lives
That I've died in a thousand more
My fingertips hewn across sun scorched skin
Blackened ires and bleach topped irises
Delicately dance in the balance
In these wicked playful dreams
As waves crash and sunsets linger
Where missed keys and snapped strings lull me to melancholy dreams

neon lights
illuminate the night’s
heavy clouds

while rain muffles
the constant urban humming

pierced by distant sirens
moving slowly
through concrete canyons.

Working with my demon
I swear I have good intentions
Promise it’s all based in decency
But, am I good person when I need to be?
Always putting myself above you
To feel important
I’ll always need your love to feel supported
When we die I hope they bury us in a forest
That’s if any are left, this life’s torment
If I get stuck in purgatory
I’ll consider it lucky
To spend more time with you