dear diary,
we spent a lifetime at the circus of the unwanted and unhinged,
dancing at the crack of a whip.
we spent a lifetime at the circus of the unwanted and unhinged,
dancing at the crack of a whip.
we watched the world begin to leak at the seams,
the water pouring out, the water pouring in
we had everything planned in detail,
but it took a while for the atmosphere to change
we would ride through the line of fire,
following the sun's descent over the hills,
dodging bullets, melting into the ocean,
dodging bullets, melting into the ocean,
the setting was perfect.
a sudden explosion. loud panic.
the roaring flames.
and thus,
we ran.
the roaring flames.
and thus,
we ran.
ran, ran, ran
away from it all,
away from it all,
from the balcony blues with clouds of smoke billowing around us
sweet and sticky, clinging to innocent layers of thin white cotton
passing clusters of vicious lolitas lingering on street corners, murderous infants
with heels drumming encrypted messages into the pavement
we ran, ran, ran
from the night cradled babies without a single care in the world
from the drugs, the mindless thugs
chasing stardust with the asylum doors
spread wide open
from
night cradled babies with touches frail like a moth's wings
hands sliding slipping lower flying failing falling higher
from
virdina green absinthe breaths
and a thousand infernos, burning deserters
rabbit hearts looping back and forth among reckless manifestations,
rats in our dingy kitchen,
a silver knife lightly tracing the veins of my throat
we ran, ran, ran
from the night cradled babies
from the needless, the needles
the summer sons
spiking veins of
summer daughters
ran, ran, ran
with our fragile wings fluttering
casting long shadows
across bleeding asphalt,
sweet and sticky, clinging to innocent layers of thin white cotton
passing clusters of vicious lolitas lingering on street corners, murderous infants
with heels drumming encrypted messages into the pavement
we ran, ran, ran
from the night cradled babies without a single care in the world
from the drugs, the mindless thugs
chasing stardust with the asylum doors
spread wide open
from
night cradled babies with touches frail like a moth's wings
hands sliding slipping lower flying failing falling higher
from
virdina green absinthe breaths
and a thousand infernos, burning deserters
rabbit hearts looping back and forth among reckless manifestations,
rats in our dingy kitchen,
a silver knife lightly tracing the veins of my throat
we ran, ran, ran
from the night cradled babies
from the needless, the needles
the summer sons
spiking veins of
summer daughters
ran, ran, ran
with our fragile wings fluttering
casting long shadows
across bleeding asphalt,
burning holes in the soles of your feet
the asylum doors
spread wide open.