handfuls of memoriesyour eyes are the gray of the cloudsMore Like This
when they cover the sun after a storm;
your words washing up on the skyline
of my towering city at night, a message
in a bottle only to be read by me.
ignoring gravity, i've recklessly
spilled the secret lives of shadows
to a piece of paper just for you
and buried them with the ocean.
since that day i'm the hunted;
for they want to make buttons
out of my traitor bones.
i am standing on the edge of a mountain,
watching as my carrousel dreams float away.
they dissolve into smoke and are consumed
by the eyes of night. my paperweight
soul tears as each piece disappears.
is what they are, trying to fool me
into an urban maze of skylines and
turnstiles. bad blood is what they
doomed my soul, but i'll keep on running.
i will not forsake you; not even when
my skin is smothering me.
but i am chasing after the sky in a futile
attempt to be your knight in shining armor,
a glint of blue ice running uphill unceasingly.
a never-ending battle to u