scars, penetrated flesh, and twin slashes.
seen through rose colored spectacles, the world is viewed with paralel spite.
sailing. you are my captain, and i closely watch you, peer through my glasses, view your soul, seek to emulate your extraneous wisdom.
we seek the moon.
we seek the end of cold hearted gazes of hate, penetrating even the most closed in, caloused tissue of a human heart.
your radio holds my heart.
i get sucked in.
as tracks change, voices bellow, harmonious melodies exchange turns; my limbs are excized and thrash about while trying to resist the gravitational pull towards the speakers, but enjoy every fleeting moment of battle.
to draw your face with my finger, paint eyebrows.
my lips are charchol, and with every slight brush against them they leave a strikingly ominous black mark.
seems like your body is now completely covered in soot.
to look at you in the sultry darkness of a dimly lit hallway, its all i want.
your eyes casting shadows upon kitchen tables, clearing out the cobwebs of my brain.
invisible hands coagulate inside of your eyes, gently reaching out with invisible fingers to grasp my gaze.
they pull me, move me, place me in ways ive never yet thought of viewing life.
opening doors, removing bandages off of a car crash victim, taking the blinders off a horse.
your quirks make sense now, they fit your body so nicely, never removing themselves from your soul.
in time it will all make sense.
with enough courage for ten armies going to war, you outshine most other dull razor blades.
in my eyes, you outshine every single masterpiece, every coke addict razor, every tint of sunlight on plastic wrapped faces.
you shine for me.
sailing. you are my captain, and i closely watch you, peer through my glasses, view your soul, seek to emulate your extraneous wisdom.
we seek the moon.
we seek the end of cold hearted gazes of hate, penetrating even the most closed in, caloused tissue of a human heart.
your radio holds my heart.
i get sucked in.
as tracks change, voices bellow, harmonious melodies exchange turns; my limbs are excized and thrash about while trying to resist the gravitational pull towards the speakers, but enjoy every fleeting moment of battle.
to draw your face with my finger, paint eyebrows.
my lips are charchol, and with every slight brush against them they leave a strikingly ominous black mark.
seems like your body is now completely covered in soot.
to look at you in the sultry darkness of a dimly lit hallway, its all i want.
your eyes casting shadows upon kitchen tables, clearing out the cobwebs of my brain.
invisible hands coagulate inside of your eyes, gently reaching out with invisible fingers to grasp my gaze.
they pull me, move me, place me in ways ive never yet thought of viewing life.
opening doors, removing bandages off of a car crash victim, taking the blinders off a horse.
your quirks make sense now, they fit your body so nicely, never removing themselves from your soul.
in time it will all make sense.
with enough courage for ten armies going to war, you outshine most other dull razor blades.
in my eyes, you outshine every single masterpiece, every coke addict razor, every tint of sunlight on plastic wrapped faces.
you shine for me.