Versus The Mirror

wipe that grin right off your face and focus your attention, on the blood you taste now you tell me about

A window is still a window even when the glass has been removed in a fight for power as I watch the world fall

i'm no poor storyteller just a poverish soothsayer you can smack me into shape if you like or we

I could see the souls seeping through the stones on the horizon on the horizon my movements are drapes

you are immersed in your own guilty pleasure your tongue will never reach the bottom of the bottle do

the stars could be ending in all oblivion but if i, was in your arms your eyes would be my salvation

children twisting through the trees unconscious and unguilty here we're alone a final

can you feel my legs begin to shake just as the ether that is under these sheets the space between

it's hard to make these letters look as beautiful as you a word too soft, too frail to be uttered or be

a toast to those who taste the glorious breath a sweet reminder stained on a lover's neck if it

the family fell apart with a strict blow from an ill-divine addiction transfixed on its own undulating

i call action to the scene only a small fraction will make it to the screen this is but a contorted synapse

as the clouds below are gently unaware that the sun did cry for us until we knew it's shape