Slight Of Pen
Transparent Connection
Dusky stars, melted eyes of beauty gazed into
Now only the artificial light shines
Risen from dead past, haunting shadow
The new felt system of recycled emotions
Somehow I think you know, calculated signals
A burn from the past, stings in my brain
Stings attached to my desires and needs pull me in
Do you pull or am I stepping off a ledge
Now the twisting reality makes me sick
Though the acts will undermine my thoughts
A little hell engulfs my life, I can't tell you
And when I am done, this one way connection has left me alone