hellocentral

collect the x and wine and sex
and the dancing introversion
of the rapture
i'm standing alone
in cyr hall in my dreams
i'm dreaming of being awake
in the past of the present tense
and speaking french to the
eternal child
i'm quietly screaming
and this is the war of my making
written in this blood we try
so desperately to stop
so desperately to fly
and as the shutter closes
and the lights dim
as the ceiling falls
don't look down don't look back
i'm rebuilding remodeling
your statue is moving
and i'm wondering if i ever
even started breathing.
this algebra i'm adding
making up for the bleeding
in the notes in the margins
the memories i lack
don't look back now.
don't look down
your saviour is never coming back.