i was gonna keep this one private.... but fuck it.
a lonely sidewalk stretching into the night
silence beneath the windows of a slumbering world
where a pair of eyes, glowing reflections, follow,
commanding into the crossfire of their light
against despondent palpitations of a neon sign in extremis
where puddles of petrol-laced rain speak of adventures in alternate
dimensions and lives never known,
chronicles yet to be written
and futures which have already come to pass
reflections on the light of this world and the ones before
as a haze of garbage wafts through the alleyway air
fetid miasma
beautiful spectres buried inside fated visions of reality,
wandering between life and death
caught in the quest to find a deeper meaning to anything,
hoping that actuality was always anchored to something more
than just a dream
silence beneath the windows of a slumbering world
where a pair of eyes, glowing reflections, follow,
commanding into the crossfire of their light
against despondent palpitations of a neon sign in extremis
where puddles of petrol-laced rain speak of adventures in alternate
dimensions and lives never known,
chronicles yet to be written
and futures which have already come to pass
reflections on the light of this world and the ones before
as a haze of garbage wafts through the alleyway air
fetid miasma
beautiful spectres buried inside fated visions of reality,
wandering between life and death
caught in the quest to find a deeper meaning to anything,
hoping that actuality was always anchored to something more
than just a dream