I sit in the middle of the lines
As the beats and shattering tones
Break and repeat between my ears,
In front of my magenta eyes…
I can’t hear my fingers on the typing keys.
I can’t hear the clutter shuffling with the rats
In the corners
Of forgotten memories.
I can’t hear my rigid body,
Sitting in place,
Typing what I can and can’t hear.
These speakers are better than I
Gave them credit for.
If I can’t hear the muscles creaking,
My frantic mind,
Then they sure deserve more,
Much more.
The words are seductive… calling…
Repetitive, they ring slowly through my ears…
Shattering, shattering,
Shattering sounds…
Breaking glass, then rewind.
Now, switch it up,
It’s electronica meets screamo,
And it’s Romantic.
It reminds me of far too many people,
So I go back to the shattering sounds
That brought me into the caverns of my echoing mind…
I dream that there is more outside my empty window,
Things that are hovering just outside my peripheral,
But when I look everything is just the same.
The red eyes look in at me,
Never blinking, never ceasing…
But whoever they are,
I’d love to meet them.
I’d run away with Robbie and
The Vampires
Into the night,
The endless, endless,
Screaming night
On fire.
We can burn down the hidden
Doors, locks, and empty promises.
The whole world is naked, freed,
And the magic has been liberated from it’s confining glares…
The shattering sounds are making me dizzy.
Someone knows me far too well.
