Transylvania on the radio.

I grind my teeth
expelling steam
mashing gears
picking scabs
burning bridges
feeling the gravity of a world
with no feeling.

You walk down the empty streets
in a haze of memory and false senses
of "I've been here before."
Ive done this.
many times
finding my hands shaking
before the sun comes up
smoking cigarettes
unsteady
like a house of cards
around the windy kids.

Through the years ive
molted & evolved
the thickest
skin knives and tongues alike
dream of invading my carapace
like wooden stakes
This would be a vampire embrace.
Bibles on dressers
and money on the glass.

we lived like movie stars.
and ended up nobody's.

We'll always have Romanian sunsets.