we paint the skies with grey
welcoming "okay's"
escape this monochromatic
entrapment
i wont forget
retreat the suits and ties
the scales fallen from green eyes
corporate dreams end and the sand begins
sun dips into horizon
i wont forget
formula for collision
the scene of the crime
leant its greif to us
we learn to steer out straight
but the trip was your last
the accident
when i come to see you, your face blurs from focus anyways
i wrong the right, and tell myself another day
the words recycled
they go in circles: a penalty, a tragedy, a dishonesty
and it goes on
no thought to the conformity
for those not tainted
the red grows stronger
when i come to see you, your face blurs from focus anyways
i wrong the right, and tell myself another day
it hurts so much
watching the ones you loved
a photographic journal of sorts
a recollection of the rights and lefts that drive us
an idealistic composition
systematically doubled onto itself
"greetings from alaska"
the kiss
then the fade to black
the silver stars of metal some how find a way to cover your eyes
the silver stars of metal some how find a way to cover your eyes
the shutter speed set to low
in attempts to capture natural glows
and he said, "a stillness never felt so right"
the kiss
then the fade to black
the forefit
the tide wanes
it dissipates
forseen rain
the tide wanes
relax synapse to brain
as far as eyes can see
sky abbreviates
false tears and rushed states
i cant help but feel relieved
the sky fades to the deepest blue
here together strangled in truth
i know a man
who lost sight of the sun
still had the whites of his dreams
i strayed from the path
my needle ran off track
it was a brilliant sight to see
and it begins
to the tune of varied winds
the logistics bead from me
the sky fades to the deepest blue
here together strangled in truth