I’m thinking of you, September blue..
Beauty and death make a trade
For a moment of eternal youth,
But adulthood pounds at the door and overflows around me
Celtic sea collecting under carpet.
Walls textured with veins, Bleeding blue
During our era nobody could grab us by the reigns.
We come out to play
Telephone wire whistling in the wind
Poking us to come feel the electricity
Asking us “do you wanna know what it means to feel?”
Like a child, You play with fire until the heat flame burns you from the outside in.
But you don’t care, anything to get you to believe you’re real
Anything to get you to feel
You say “I’m a fool for you”
Electric shock burns me too.
I guess I’m just as much of a fool as you.
Vapors fill the air and ask questions
Coursing in and out of her hair.
Those nights at 109 made me question everything
Wondering if we’ll make it out of this town
Wondering if we will love each other the way we do now
Wondering, Would you give up heaven so we could be together?
I never wanted to weigh you down
Holding on to your gravitational pull like the moon does to the tides.
Wrapping my roots around your golden glow
So I wouldn’t be alone
Held in the vision of someone I never wanted to be.
Yet it was forming itself into the mold.
Me and the cold keep eachother company.
Soulmates to the underworld
Inhale your perfume, my favorite sleeping pill
Wake up in our sanctuary
The shadow of you in my sheets and in the snow
Take another dose and I’m lying with my eyes plucked out by crows
The pretty dream never lasts long.
And neither did you.
Those nights at 109 told me, “hold my breath” and “wait for death”.
Grab my wrists and paint the walls in my garnet shade.
Turn this sea crimson.
Crystal lanterns cover kept secrets we said we would take to the grave
All those promises we swore
To those nights at 109
Both would tell us lies
And time would cut our ties
It’s me to blame.
For never giving us a try. For making those emerald eyes cry
It’s me to blame
For casting you back out to the sea. For your beauty was simply too much for me
It’s me to blame
For not being true to myself. When will I stop making a fool out of you?
Maybe in another time
Where we could be together
we could be free
But I’m bound by my chains
And I’ve thrown the key into a black hole
But I dream of you often
I see you in sapphire silk
Your sunset orange hair flowing down the contours of your figure
Posed next to my 1960 cherry Chevy impala
Where we ride
You and I
You were the candy coated breeze of September
And I was the snow that fell in January winter
I regret the time when I should have kissed her
Cigarette rings stained dirty duvets
Rose and nightshade
Blooming before dawn can break
2 Belles playing with stakes.
Gnashing wood against our delicate pale skin. How much of ourselves are we willing to kill?
Because you can’t kill a soul that’s already been sold.
Sold to those nights at 109