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shadow glass black lights

There is nothing on offer here
the lights are just for show †
I bleed nicotine †
between cracked and bloody fingertips  
exhaling dreams into the cosmos †
in a silent prayer to no one †

You breathe warm words †
through a symphony of beats †
that make the sky look whole again †
among the blinking stars †
and shadow of moon on clouds †

Iíve got a beach driven drug hunger †
your hands lost in the powder of the rich †
eyes wide awake, unblinking †
in the epileptic rhythm of lights †
that keep you up for days †

I miss my wild soul †
that shed skin for money †
and clothes for fun †
mirrors on the walls †
reflecting a tapestry of lies  
I would have died to believe in †
if Death was a bitch worth dying for †

Thereís a needle pressed to my skin †
and a promise in your eyes †
that whispers an apocalypse †
if I just let go †
just give in †

Iím all hands and bruised skin †
pulling away from these anaesthesia dreams †
wishing I had the courage †
to fuck myself up like a piece of art †
youíll forget in the morning †

There is nothing on offer here †
the lights are just for show †
I bleed nicotine †
between cracked and broken fingertips  
exhaling dreams into the cosmos †
in a silent prayer to no one †

I donít belong here †

© Indie Adams 2015
Indie
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
Published | Edited 15th Jan 2015
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