Ashes Of A Swan Song
Days vanish into the abyss,
Words with lost meanings, pile up like leaves of fall
Lifeless, cold against black asphalt. Dead Dreamers.
Empty bottles. Reflections of good times in the warped container
Listen, sounds of shattering glass,
Lost Like so many other things.
Have another.
Love, HA.
A malicious placebo, render yourself useless. A beautiful crime.
Believe in it, Hold hopes high.
Crash below.
Good music echoes though these empty corridors
Flames flicker casting shadows against these tattered walls
I see your memory dancing amongst the flame, I reach out to grasp its meaning
Cold air feels good against my burns
I wander the night alone.
False Dawn to the east bleeds into the night sky.
Daydreams of Sweet Kisses.
Makeup stains on pillowcases.
Wake up to Crimson Kisses
Paint the walls in blood
With words never to be understood.
Fatal mistake. Not the first, possibly the last.
The taste? Bittersweet
Regrets? None
I shall always remember and miss 8am Bloody Marys, LWord nights, Riding you home on my bike, All day snuggle sessions, Being neighbors, Slutty Outfits, Dancing like there was no tomorrow, Dirty Fuck Pigs, The smell of Cloves and Booze, Prides, Topless days on Jackson, Fishnets and Tights, Lords Of Acid on cassette tape Depeche Mode too, Causing havoc, Late night rendezvous, Drunk double-dong purchases, Finishing two 5ths before work, 4am porn shop hangovers, Pumpkin guts, Kittie Ears, Scooter rides, Big bear suits and 11th Ave, Motorboats with Jared, John Henry nights, ahhh and soo many others.
Fair well Ladypants
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Days vanish into the abyss,
Words with lost meanings, pile up like leaves of fall
Lifeless, cold against black asphalt. Dead Dreamers.
Empty bottles. Reflections of good times in the warped container
Listen, sounds of shattering glass,
Lost Like so many other things.
Have another.
Love, HA.
A malicious placebo, render yourself useless. A beautiful crime.
Believe in it, Hold hopes high.
Crash below.
Good music echoes though these empty corridors
Flames flicker casting shadows against these tattered walls
I see your memory dancing amongst the flame, I reach out to grasp its meaning
Cold air feels good against my burns
I wander the night alone.
False Dawn to the east bleeds into the night sky.
Daydreams of Sweet Kisses.
Makeup stains on pillowcases.
Wake up to Crimson Kisses
Paint the walls in blood
With words never to be understood.
Fatal mistake. Not the first, possibly the last.
The taste? Bittersweet
Regrets? None
I shall always remember and miss 8am Bloody Marys, LWord nights, Riding you home on my bike, All day snuggle sessions, Being neighbors, Slutty Outfits, Dancing like there was no tomorrow, Dirty Fuck Pigs, The smell of Cloves and Booze, Prides, Topless days on Jackson, Fishnets and Tights, Lords Of Acid on cassette tape Depeche Mode too, Causing havoc, Late night rendezvous, Drunk double-dong purchases, Finishing two 5ths before work, 4am porn shop hangovers, Pumpkin guts, Kittie Ears, Scooter rides, Big bear suits and 11th Ave, Motorboats with Jared, John Henry nights, ahhh and soo many others.
Fair well Ladypants