chrisisgod

So, I need to write. Not for any strong personal reasons or anything. Mainly because I need some practice. Some kind of joke huh.

So five shots in, and here we go. Half separated from everything I know. Stuck behind decoys like curves. And its the same old bullshit that I've weaved ever since. At least I have a place for now

speak softly the silence in my heart
its 3-o-clock in the morning
slow drops of rain mix with florescent heat
lazily sliding down to my arm
street lights and fireflies look the same to my naked eye
as i ride off into the night
inhaling the acrid smell of the city
that deep smell of highway and man
pale yellow light, moon born and metal fit
every bridge a chance to slip over into oblivion
and for a moment i stop living
and for a moment i am content
christened with sweat and smoke
crowned with fireflies and lights
the nightfall fills my eyes
and i ascend to my weeping mistress