A lonely heart soaked
glass cracked from side to side,
Comping seed of sin
souls in transit container
A look at the horizon bound
through the walls of disenchantment
rescuing prophetic dreams
jump from the raft of cheap oil frenzy.
The shadow of his kisses
wishes shelter starving
traverse the path of uncertain skies
with angels wearing paper wings.
Games nights culminating in nothing
aged temple pillars uncertain,
anxieties shared between the sheets
The air I breathe on his behalf
overcomes my senses worn
exhaustion punctuated horn
forget even feel.