Far too many midnight’s have passed,
more so too many afternoons dripping sweat.
His mouth frowned lower than the crooked spine of a deplorable mother who burns holes in her head with half-smoked cigarette buds.
I want a man that believes in Me the same way the mirror tells me I’m alive
From the other side of somewhere
And the end endless halls of nowhere
Drying out my vocal chords.
Using your energy to fuel the city lights. The city burns empty colors and they shine bright into the sky to remove every shining star from sight. The city itself is a bridge into the celestial realm, the door way start open by sacrificing it’s citizens. The dead souls scream in confusing trying to find their way through this maze of lights and into the cosmos. The nights are longer than days, and even the empty alleys ways are stirring with trouble.