Metal man of tin so tall
Your back is glued upon my wall
Your tongue hangs out, a pendulum
But the lights are out so I knew you’d come

Metal man of tin tonight
You make a sound and look contrite
Like tears should pour out from your eyes
But you’re just a clock that vivifies

Metal man with beady eyes
I’m scared your promise will materialize
My family’s asleep, don’t leave me here
I know you can move, I can’t sleep in fear

Metal man
My eyes are heavy
Mama says your just a clock
But I see you breathe

If one’s bedroom is a reflection of their mind
And my room is a maelstrom of loose papers, musical instruments, littered with ***** clothes along the floor, rancid, and contains cities of towers of used dishes
And one narrow pathway between the piano and my bed
…
Suddenly psychology makes sense.

As the light mourns its death
And the blue turns to murky ink blots
This hopeless romantic
Becomes the romantic hopeless

And as I look into her eyes
The sunset is reflected at me
As it falls to the floor
A drunken mess

And we
The two hopeless
Throw down our fears
And live one night— we truly live

And I wake up to see
Nothing more
Than that
It had been a dream

And yet
Nothing short
Of a
Dream.

Should I go on
If I would just stay here
On gliding wings
Saying things
That only you will hear

There isn’t any part of me
That’d trade you for the world
You say you love me to the moon
And back, but that’s inopportune

So I will wait here
Don’t care how far or near
Just as I did yesteryear
And I will always go on.

As far as I am concerned
We are bound forcefully
By the air we breathe

That soaks up our tears
And spits them back out
In a deluge
From black clouds of our own doing

And by that measure
Our minds are connected
By the tongues of passion

That twist vigorously
Within the head of our greatest fear
The one whom we love
Unloading our universe unto another

And our most undying need
To morph the suffering in our world
With morphine of our own

Of which the recipe is dangerous;
A vulnerable, broken, dangerous self
That is trampled out of existence
As a newborn fawn is stolen suddenly by an unforeseen winter wind

The whispering wind in the air
Carried by all of our breath…
Indeed, we stole the fawn
And in doing so— ourselves as well.