A Ticket

 
A ticket to something now

You may wait a lifetime, you may not know that it could work

Sire, please make it work!

But you have bought the ticket regardless

You have bought it deep within your dark eyes
You have fled your origin, yet you see what could be

What could possibly be now?
What could possibly be next?

Technicalities take hold and we are both lost to a siren

Oh!

How could we have been but a moth to the flame ourselves?

A selfish cunt

Riding the waves as poorly as we were

Our eyes locked and in that moment, that moment we knew all passion would fade away

To those blinded by the flame of now, it makes sense to be desperate
It doesn’t make much sense to be true now, but in time the flame can be recognised and wielded

Let that be the ‘fuck you’ that grabs you by the heart

Like grit to a tyre, burning its sense in with corrosive reality

I am a forbearer for the doom that will come

I am lost to a rattling ribcage of nonsensical fun

Your mind is just like all the others, nebulous to the truth
Such fun to fall my feet among your thoughts

Do not ignore my stare, I have you, I have you
A carcass will bring the sweetest kiss to the mind of time

The entanglement says - farewell my beautiful

Fare you well, beautiful soul

Good bye for now…