cruelity licked my face

it's crazy when the sun doesn't visually rise
but all of a sudden the visual out my back window becomes
like when the words dry up
but they feel the need to be written anyways

not much to say
more touching these days
more kissing
no fucking
looking to win a bet
or maybe looking to win myself

what a special place between my knees
on my lips
on my mind
in my muscle in the middle of my chest
throbbing to touch
feel
but the point? what is it when you are not allowed to feel?

hands slapped
legs crossed
she just needs time to heal i tell myself

but the bruises are becoming scars
and doing the right thing has gotten the best of me yet again

what am i saying
what am i saying

i'm talking about a nocturnal era
capturing this time where it's all happening
witnessing days passing

the sun is not rising
i'm just spinning with my eyes open
rising and setting...
just pretty images to say
but the truth is
the truth is
the truth...

i love you
and i'm here
even when you close your eyes spinning
even when hollow is where you reside

even (pausepausepause)
nothing is even
nothing is fair, is it?

the game is 5 card draw
can't get a whole new hand
only allowed to trade in 3
my hand is looking pretty shallow
call me an idiot
but i think i'm gonna stick with these

the bets are in
pot right
i know i'm going to lose
i'm giving you the game
this one
but we lose some battles to win the war
and this card game
is just a mere card game

i'm standing up
leaving the table
and sliding down my canopy of dreams
right into your morning sun

the bottomless coffee cup