bright lights,
and city nights
we used to watch the sky bleed dry
from atop, we dyed in the sunrise


one more,
like before,
i’ll try to hold your hand with mine
i’ll let your smile outshine my mind

... and it’s coming to me.










i liked the taste of blood.
i liked the smell of decay.
But i love the way you are,
& how you made them all go away.