It was a straight arrow shot, red paint all over the room

[ceramiclifestyl]

chain-
link
fence

a forgery of sorts, out on an evening with bravery and such noble cohorts
we are thieves in the night, bandits, the whites of our eyes bright
rooms full of heirlooms, cobwebs lounge in corners, on fire soon
skies full of moons twenty-fold undress, spill black back onto the canvas

crave the scream, wood splitting out as the silhouette leans
a ravening cry deafens the sorrow for light of an open window
the crack of lightning's glow

mind of a blank slate the words come to rest but too soon evaporate
time melts bones when I stop, sweetened secrets out your mouth ready to pop
the snakes of hands slither in, whisper the words "this moment we bring"
a brush of skin to wrap around, if only we would never leave this town

science of the mind is a sign of the times
the only place we never leave behind
is disguised inside the shallows blue
what we believe to be the truth