Saturday, May 03, 2014

drink from my cup

come here, let me show you the sun
have you ever seen anything so white
have you ever been lowered
beneath the surface
and reborn a killer
a first-born grain
washed down the drain
with the sand and the soap
there is no hope
there is no plan
just because i can see
doesn't mean i will

because of the rain
a city fell
if you drink from my cup
you never will
if you drink from my cup
if you swallow a pill
all hands on deck
the captain's opening
a barrell of rum
three days until easter
let's see some blood run

spotlight


he lifted his shoulder to his
cheek, taking a quick glance
and her eyes made time stop

the perfect question
(which is not a question at all)
is a thunderbolt that
lights up your instincts
your nerves are firing
the channels are all open
eyes are daggers
tongues are twisted

it's a hot summer night and
the moon is a cruel spotlight