The gentle rain
looks like background static
living for today
haunted by the spirits
of last night.
Straight arrows
shatter in half
through eyes wide open
watching the sun disappear
behind the grey sheets
and break the atmosphere.
The lights burn out
blowing off steam
blood left
across the city
from leaps of faith
and a fucked up crank
Cigarette phantom
smokestack stand in
leading the only friend i know
home.
how it feels to truly care
about something other than yourself
that doesn't sink into a vein
or have you living
in a grave made for two.
The devils lettuce
brings visions
of old paths i could have taken.
Breaking down trains
of thought that
I dont want to know anything about.
God grant me peace
in the form of park benches
and the red sunsets.
living the dream
and never giving in
Kill the lights.
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