It fades and spins...

stroking your hair
while the envoius stare
and long to be forgotten

waiting for saturday
the little blond haired girl
with the death of father pushes her
deep inside mirrors
pushes the white face
aching inside of me as reflections meet

painting lifelessness
in a clean room
missing the old days
wishing for old ways

the ribbon runs tighter
around my neck
thrashing in the water
it felt like a hundred years

catching sight of the static
cover me
draped in black
with white sound

a day without change
and the atmosphere rots
time is sweet
a chosen eternity of this

falling like angels
in the morning i cried

but secrets are killing me
slicing with lies
you blanket me with hatred
can you feel me touch your eyes?

with pornography and poetry
rationalities heartbeat slows
and echo's crack and bleed
as i crawl across the mirror

a voodoo smile breaks inside
you won't remember my voice

praying for old days
under a yellow moon
praying to stroke your hair again....