Burning bliss down like a cigarette,
I douse my dreams in sweet regret,
Shielding my face from shattered sunlight,
I hide from memories poised to recite
The only words I buried deep within the dirt.
The red army awakens in my eyes,
Raising oceans out of deserts, to my surprise,
Steady hands begin to tremble on the page,
Yet my life before me walks the stage,
The face I see becomes disconcert.
Lyrical melodies are shrill and out of tune,
Leaving wolves silent beneath the moon,
Dust crawls unnoticed on the window pane,
While the only focus lies deep within the vein,
The thoughts I reveal lie crippled and hurt...
