Mess

I’m wasting time, I know
Staring at a stop sign
And I keep losing trace
Returning to this place
Waiting for stars to align

You’re wasting your time, too
Everything’s distracting
And yes, I’m terrified
Of the thought of being tied
So I can’t help how I’m acting

Traces In The Sky

In Between

Before night turns to day
The streets are all covered with dust and gravel
While the air is cold and dry
There are lights, glowing bright and radiating
It’s a moment soon stolen
But it’s the moment you’ve been given
A pause before the shift
Full of warmth and eager anticipation
All senses heightened
With a wish for an eternity in between the sounds
Compulsive nostalgia
And the crippling ache of love never-ending
You’re happy

Coated With Frost

Just What You Might Need

When you’re alone
There’s too much time to think
The dust in your head settles
Leaving every distant thought exposed
It’s as if everything is crystal clear
And the brightness hurts your eyes
But every now and then
You have to take a moment
To find the perfect viewpoint
And let the pain catch up to you
It’s tedious work
But once you can see what’s ahead
The answers might be right there
Hidden in places you’ve long forgotten

Violence

After all this time, after all you’ve missed
Something’s catching up, now you’re being kissed
By the flesh and the walls of ideas and space
It’s your little room, such a curious place
It’s a taste of dreams, and visions too
These visions move, they are treacherous and smooth
They play and you laugh, but the play turns to violence
And it doesn’t take much for you to sink into silence
You’re a lost cause, but these visions give you hope
Is it your turn now, to be dressed in silk and rope?
To finally be chained up, beaten black and blue
Here in this hallucinogenic little room
The curious place that you always come back to