press your face
'gainst the glass,
while the evenings
hours pass.
the books are on the table
underneath the sill.
despite the secret love of sin
happiness is still
here in strokes of paint,
the soft wag of a tail,
fingers in your hair,
complexion so pale,
no need for restraint
when your soul is able.
days pass
'neath the streaming
miles of glass-
our hearts keep pace
(under the moon in a dream)
Your army with a thousand spines.
fighting for the free.
art against the chaos,
needle's eyes can't see.
behind an artists' tease
a mask to hide the loss.
invisible ideas
tears that shatter stone,
hearts wrapped in candyfloss.
One day we'll dim the lights,
turn off black memory
of all that screaming and the fights.
can't live 'in theory'.
words we used as weapons,
music used as swords,
silence reverberation from
the mind's floorboards.
We're never alone at night,
look into the sky.
we'll figure it out as we go
finally found 'that' guy.
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