Lights flicker on a highway drag,
luminescent white strips flashing by.
The raindrops mirror every false step
as his fingers waltz on the windowpanes.
Every raindrop chased, he stumbles,
catching himself in a brilliant flash of light.
Tears pour forth, as do the words,
in bitter attempts to chase 'way the monsters.
Grey corners chase away the spiderwebs
that gather dust on well worn books.
Friendly faces falter and fade swiftly...
little pieces of him in everything I write.
Long goodbyes kiss tenderly the summer sun.
Every piece of July, he holds onto with angry fingers.
Melodies fall short and every word falls flat,
slapping like leaves upon the wet sea-sand.
Yet every scream falls deafly,
misunderstood misconceptions of crooked picture frames.
August crashes onto a dreamers head;
hell's descent seven days too soon.
**I was thinking about this. Idk why. Jesse, if you're gonna force me to write, then hell, I'll write about you. you said it was gonna get bad, august first....you're seven days early. and that's ok...I'm still here.**
