I’m really a funny chap;
I love this strange world,
but I’m lost here like a bird without legs.

He was a phenomenon wrapped in silver skin
With brown eyes, crooked teeth
And craters above his collarbones that caught the rain
His chest was made of ocean more than bone
And I folded my promises into paper boats
And sailed them along his body
His hands caught the distance between us
With every word his cheeks would descent

*"I burnt holes into the darkest of skies
Allowing you to see that even at night
The angels still spill through the cracks"

The day is green
And these chemicals are making me feel romantic.
I’m watching the children blink their eyes 182 times
A minute while the pilots of twenty one planes pass by.
The boys have fallen,
There has been a panic at some sorta disco
And the world is at the lowest of all times.

I am on a boat
Skies black and smokey
They tell me to go to my room
But I can’t
She’s there
They tell me I’ll die if I stay on deck
I’d rather die than to look upon her face again
Go, they yell, there’s no one in your room, but I know
I see her
She sees me
I go, I have to, I’ll confront her, I will, I have to, she haunts me
I approach, the room is dark, she’s there, she doesn't make a sound
I enter the room and lightning crashes, I see her, standing in the corner
I see her
She’s there
She runs at me and grabs my shoulders, I freeze, her face melts in front of me, she screams
The noise is piercing and unearthly, her nails dig in, her mouth black, her eyes hollow, her bones bare
I Try fighting, she's too strong, she moves her black face towards me,
I try to claw at her eyes, push her away
*But I can’t
She sees me