Livin'

[Razzy]

Just some practice... enjoy!

Trap forgiveness in the depths of a misty morning fog, cigarette in hand. The swing of hope and tragedgy fall closer to the earth, like the moon on a harvest night. It pulls us closer as the world falls to pieces. Brilliant blues of the underwater landscape, the castle unable to break the surface. Our bodies grey, clothing tattered on tile floors, we reflect the night. Piano inspired sayings, wood floors and dark curtains. Scattered are the thoughts we have between silver bullets and razor claws. The yells from above do little to harm us. The world could never see what they never understood. Grappling on the edges of possibility, we're out of strength. We stand against the waves like walls in the wind. Slowly we crumble, with no one to rebuild, only the music of a midsummer romp on the bottom of the ocean, breathing in snow as it falls. The cold wind snaps, "death bite us", with double vision. Corners away, the water seeps in. We drown in our own escape, unable to breath. Chords and paragraphs of the lost era, the demon itself, approaches. The whistle blows like a train lost from the track. A beat drops. in andout, inand out, it weaves through us like laces. We tear away our skin and see ourselves. POW! it stings to be so human. The brace, the fear, the love. Coffee tin cans and cartons of cigarettes, we're in the world. It repeats to our liking, guns drawn. Proof. POW! change. Explode not knowing the half of it. Slurred intrusions, the buzz begins to amplify like screaming in the night. The butane has done us in, huffing away, scraping our souls from the lining of our lungs. Swell great wave, swell. swell. swell. It grows again in unison, disturbing images of lust and like. Grow, breathe, swell, die, Creatures of the night. A clasp is drawn, broken, and clothing kniffed away. She spills my blood on the tile. It begins to pool as I transform. I understand now what she means to do, but it was ok. Small minded theatrics by hound dog wolverines, killing. The emotion turns heads, eyes, ears, but the castle is not theirs. Fire is their only option, but we're safe, aren't we?
The chorus begins to sing with ryhming scheme with deciphers on the rails. Downbeat grammatical errors, we have to run. Drawn and ready, we sprint, banging the floor with thrusts of hatred. The sweat cools us against the symbols, and the song picks up again. Black haired and beautiful, she takes my soul away as she digs into my back. The claws do me in, and I bleed.
But where's the fun in that?
Confused?
Run the bass line again, she says, I say, gladly. Too many strings in a copious fashion muddle the sides of song, dance dance dance, like fingers in an hour glass, the time is withheld without us as we pass. The glass windows shatter, demolished and the castle burns burns burns. Louder now, she says, I says I says, ok, and bust through the wall. My fist is bloody and battered, but it doesn't matter, because we'll never make it out of here alive. We begin to laugh like hounds, rejoycing in our eternal deathless souls. We've gone too far, and now we pay. What a joke, the piano squeels, claps, honks and slides. The moon too far, we escape our execution. Death is once again tarnished.

Not so fast, he says, as he grabs us.
The tormented life of vampires, sexual deviants and permiscuous addicts. The cocaine takes effect as I draw a line off her body. Bloodshot eyes begin to bleed like tears of the night. Cold bursts of relief, opiate standoffs. Dig into the vien I tell her, tormented for all time. We are the night, she says, and shoots the elixer into my body. "Explosive" is what I would say if anybody asked. My god yes, shoot me again I say. Caroline of the sea, breaks my heart with steady motion, in my stride, she kills again, velvety soft. BANG BANG. She reminds me of a life I never led, I'd never see and lust for a city I no longer attend. The New York strip search for love. Decline the action, increase the tension, the heat burns in hallucinations of hope. It was the greatest enemy to both of us, living under bridges, drains and tapestries. The tattoo'd visions of homelessness, professional bums and drug addicts. Every second counts when your past due, and that was life in the ghetto of the mind. Flashes of light periodically blinded the facts of a shallow life in puddles and rain.
Cars pass the dead, as wine flows from the mouths of the rich. We are the foresaken leaders in a country that could do better without us. Laughing it off, we consider the constant threat. A cold urban fantasy of two drug struck lives, killers on the loose with deserted towns and countrysides. The fields were broken with us there as we step onto the grass of little green men. Completely unoriginal, but inspired. The buzz returns, but my fingers are numb, my arms are growing weary and myself to collapse. It becomes deafening, louder and louder still. The painted pictures of lost ones, as the canvas grows, weaddourselvestothelist.
And disappear in orgasmic splender. Our bodieslaidside by side, dead. We were always living for the moment, but never with the intention to survive. It was glorious. The lights flickered. The electricity passing through me. I was on my own. pop. yes. pop. oh god. pop.
My eyes felt like they belonged. I can't stop laughing, she says, as we spit upon deathly air, with tears in her eyes.
I say, I know.
But I really didn't. The ambulance is too late on this pack.
Shove another needle down my throat she says...
gladly.
and we float.