Kite

catch you in the basement

mind playing tricks in every inch of my skin

pick apart this dimension

ghosts lock me in the bedroom

fly a kite to catch the sun

pull harder don’t let me go

cut through my insides

wind pushing me higher

colors break apart my sickness

crash through the stars

don’t let me go

don’t let me go

run against the after image

bursting between your lungs

cut every emotion string

fly harder don’t stop my dreams

don’t leave me just yet

across every age

stand up straight

don’t shut me down

cut the strings of transparency

break the last window to find you standing there

on top of these emotions I can’t run without you

scratch my skin like razor blades

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break like sinners

focus where we went wrong

trick of salvation

unlock the windows to your foundation

shape of the figure

too careful to disguise

meaning in regret

meaning strikes my skin away

bury the conclusion

don’t dream

don’t reappear

burn away from this town

click of melancholy break through the window of pastime

photography bleeding from your mind

a hundred horsemen

whisper in and out

live in a new town

memories lost in half truths

act like saints break like sinners

a million pages

fumbling in the dark

secrets tear me apart

stumble through your eyes

determination grows stronger

eleven times we play this game

eleven trips we can’t forget

a checkmate broken alive

fight for the time

when we face the vessels

capsize a feeling of deterioration

my only time left alive

take the direction

when we take a stance

paralyze this true vision

blindness in ability

a concept detained

scraping the pieces lost from your memory

an aching cutting clean

face regression past instability

thread my sickness like Christmas trees

each light flashes inside your snowstorm

lodged in memory

ingest to face but burn away

determination lost in observation

a checkmate broken alive

blood that doesn’t heal

sweat that doesn’t reflect the damage left in your eyes

memories wish me away

roll down the boulevards

patterns ring with every measure

painting disciples

lost on canvas screens

trace against the rest

march into their wounds

protection cuts me deep

dreams sewn shut

cut off the guard buried from reach

faces we can’t memorize

abilities yet to break into film

every character finds their role

the weight of the arrow

illuminated with every mistake

days absolved

years burned alive

a forecast where we can’t numb time

faces left without an apology

the gift in your hand speaks with clear stained skies

look at the world with new meaning

are you the dream running far from the shore?

like exaltation carry ships past a million years of movement

the future half ingested

yearning for a deeper breath

close the frequencies pinned behind the damage

wrap a piece of treachery in every envelope

a sentence half completed

a word locked deep inside

the final view from your eyes

images pace my determination

every sequence out of memory

flash light photography catches a lingering breath

an empty hour inside your head

reverse the substance left on your lips

memorize the forecast in every detail

perspiration evaporating sickness

dust off dreams in the memory ward

you’re the reach for focus without modified lenses

I’m running up the stairs

don’t pretend we face this battle all alone

don’t lock up all instinct

don’t fake direction

don’t manufacture half separations

the gift in your hand speaks with clear stained skies

shake my fortitude with secrets buried behind

slipping out of control

face the changes all at once

lost with figures in the dark

pieces out of contrast

swim through the pages broken inside your mind

transcribe eternity like illumination

when the details break every sin away

memorize the faces swept away

is there a chance left on earth?

stir a witness when movements are out of touch

dream behind the control room

a disease lost from focus

when we paint realization with every detail

the paintbrush burning conflicts with imagination

all the sounds inside your head

break every whisper far from doubt

when this movement spies

run past magazine doors

the images ingrained like chemistry

all the faces we disguise

all the emotions buried behind prescription lenses

shake my fortitude with secrets buried behind

shelf-life

confusion beyond deterioration

looking for hope within

like the tunnels diving deeper inside

change beyond recollection

seams we tear apart with apathy

a clue into your instinct

the right to tranquility

men crash in shopping carts

time lifting from their hands

catching a million photographs in the wind

the bright colors drifting me closer to you

like the chemicals drifting out of sequence

a false analysis like sedimentary angels

when I grip my faith across billboard screens

the sounds lighting the future

colors like emotions re-separate

the time clock spins faster but I am drifting backwards into this chair

all the determination withstands a shelf-life

re-ignite and re-engage the glass of a broken dream

photographs lost behind locker room doors

pages turn but they won’t listen

try to grasp control but I am falling

retreat into this world

where lies don’t stick to the wall

tune the radios where dreams can’t be discerned

into the depths fighting in the distance

analyze memories under broken microscopes

grasp the lenses past hidden instinct

weigh madness on uneven scales

half a reaction

half a burning dream

photographs lost behind locker room doors

if we find the key to stop it all

if we rinse away our tears

chain myself up inside this room

eyes that watch, but never speak

colors half mended, half inspected

the words lost inside your head

a secret code repeating through the halls