You had me in boxes stashed under your bed Understanding I was locked away Didn't want to let me inside your head To own more than each passing day You kept out of danger Towered over to protect Waiting Crawling somewhere stranger Prey limping with a broken neck But that wasn't intention Comes at the darkest part of night Unrelenting unforgiving tention Never saw before in my sight Dragging heavy eyes along bathroom tile I can't pull them away You and I wrapped in compulsion we compile Here I am heart on display
i felt hands pour out of the clouds and touch the puffy summit of skin under my eyes laying fingers on the raw peaks of my cheeks tracing the footprints of blotchy red tears down to the collection point evaporating the water soon returned to the heavens
does the cycle ever end? does the cycle ever end? (i'm collected in the clouds)
only when you're dead! only when you're dead! (it's rainy season again)
Lungs are His cathedrals, on this night A Boeing 737-7 cuts a spotlight between twilight and dream Gods breath carving alveoli with a 10:35 flight across rib bone and destiny It is the curse of existence, trajectory Neither sleep nor sunrise will stabilize me
Being that we belong to the same sky, we certainly will encounter each other often despite proceeding on our separate paths, pretending that we have never before witnessed those eyes and glimpses.