the crooked spine of Satan.

The red still shows
clinging to bones.
Together we rest on
the crooked spine of Satan.

spores.

Out of every cavity
pores speak freely
seeping your leaking meaning
into the world,
emanating spores so divine
I could die once or twice.

fixation.

This fixation,
what a nice way to put it.
You're a world ruiner
with me in your sights.

boundaries.

An exercise in boundaries,
finding the lines between us
are more than just for show.
And it would be so easy
to lose myself in you,
but I’m drawing lines tonight -
where does my heart reside?
Your guess is as good as mine.

molten stare.

Trying to catch my eye, you won’t say a word,
letting your actions speak.
You’re burning holes in my skull,
and I’m acutely aware of your molten stare.

what i'm trying to tell you.

I left my voice soft and low
hoping from tone alone you'd know
just what I was trying to tell you,
do you know what I'm trying to tell you?

I thought that maybe, if I spoke real slow,
bathed my teeth in the words before letting go
that you'd know
just what I'm trying to tell you.

too much.

I don't need no revolution
I'm just trying to be
something like my past lives baby.
I remember being free.
These modern times are something else,
asking so much of me.
Take a stand or stand aside,
well okay,
leave me by the wayside.
Won't take a stand for you honey,
asking too much of me...

a way in.

Finding myself in depraved spaces,
altered states of being.
Trouble always finds me
waiting outside,
looking for a way in.

lemming.

I did it, like a good little lemming.
Followed you into the sun
and felt myself melting.

just for you.

Forcing worlds to collide, yet
surprised by the impact,

you waited under the stars
expecting a sun to bloom
just for you.