This city wears only brick brown
and pavement black-
green spaces
look like neon litter
on the side of a neon highway...
old buildings crumble.
and you stand out against the grey sky-
like a shadow with no home...
I would believe you,
if you would take this lie
out of context,
and listen to what your words
sound like when they reach me.
I wait for the rain to rush me away
I wait for the thunder
to drown out the sound of your voice-
your song...
still echoes in my head.
I could never forget your question...
I wear white today-
slowly developing the negatives
of a mood I'd rather not be in-
and the thoughts
I'd rather not be thinking...
You see my eyes alight with supposed passion-
and I know that I can only hide
the dark space that I am harboring
a little longer, before something breaks...
And I tell you everything
you never wanted to know...
and then you'll believe
The sinister in my smile
is only a reflection of the things
I would be so happy to do to you.
Step out of line and run like you mean it. |