Driving so keenly,
glancing at the back
Oh I see you comfortable there,
unlike my past

On the road of the town,
gently unspoken
Raging against my luck,
but celebrating for this win

Remorse of this shyness,
dreamt inside so pretty
I can't hold you down easy,
my arms are already heavy

On this light so bright,
I count the glitters that fit
Because my own is not sure,
if she buys it

Watch as she wakes from the sleep of depth
Hyperventilating to an extent
Of no turning back
And some creep was looking down
Wreathed her weariness and scolded her
Of being so wrong
She wants to plead her innocence
But she's lost

Come in here crazy child
Be deteriorated piece of chocolate dipped in the sand
Asking which one's rogue to else?
Taxi holding on beside the smoke
Ladder the bar, the hazel goodness, patterns  
"Jump through the red light right here, stop stop"
She wouldn't look away, the wall
Whole night
Then a momentary pause to another parallel realm
Reborn as cancer spreading throughout the satanic youth
You martyr, you are caught between headlights
You stranger, you are nothing but a face of the past
You pretty child, you are a raven painted pink

The interior of her heart is tuned with glory
Her spirit lived in the void, screaming in the Halfway mystery

I'm thinking too much
Too much too late
The stars fall from the wedge by the hook of Orion
While everyone's singing 'death to cry'
And Apollo judging from distance
One single tread of silver around us
While the world worships the apathy
We turn incubus and werewolves
And the water turns rogue and dry
The strings of Orpheus' harp loosen
The hungry acolytes consumes us
The dark wins over the silver string
And we use magic and bravery to push hell
But Hades himself pulls us into a cradle for sleep
Then it's morning again

Ellie asked for candy and coffee and told me about his new lyric
"They see me smiling,they think it's a frown
Turned upside down"
We laughed it away

"Her hand was cold, and she cried for the sake of her mysterious unusual love"  said people  
The immortality of her blank face wasn't her at all but was
She the young woman who loved her look ignoring the horrors of her past
They had a family with angry strangers and loved ones
But she was killed by an accident without innocence or guilt
The immortal is the thought dear, that doesn't have a face...

Clarify my boundaries in shapes of barbed wires

I speak often nothing of you
When the greyhound bus collides
All the angry people rose in deny
Such is the loveless beakoning of our demise

I speak often everything to you
And yet my soul shifts to the mirrors
I touch, yet never get passed the reflections
Of that bus and all those who reside
"He's mine" I spat to thin vacuum of my listening
But the bus was all such a ruse, for the ambulance to drive by

Petrified of the boundary we shaped
In the forms of barbed wires

I shout to the clouds of the torned-up town,
They said they were hefty so my endeavors drowned.
The town was drunk to a hallucinated sin,
Like a soul on the swing disturbed by his molested scene.

Obnoxiously lamping the soil to bury the truths,
My wretched life shrieked to the hanged forbidden riots,
Their voices were shut and gits were rolled  out,
The hanging symphony of death left no shadow by their houses.

To the voice that alarm my people,
No wonder she bled recalling it,
There is a lust more like an envy roaring for love,  
It is engendered by the echoes in the chamber of her chest.  
To the fires in the forest of memories,  
And the horrors of the forest  dancing and flirting with her soul,
High as the nerve without pulse or false,  drowning in the very soil
The soil so clean as the lines she drew

Rip apart, tore apart every shread of this hour
The blackness is misfit for every color is a crime
I swear the celling is an art I can't touch
The concrete is a question I can't answer
And I'm fully unaware of what I feel and I wait for something
As I empty this hour in retrospection