air leaks from the room
i reach out to touch your hand
my arm halts, frozen
just clutching at straws
the world is less than perfect
apathy’s a bitch
fear creeps up my spine
the sense of being followed
from each dark corner
an old puzzle box
that opens a door to hell
two quid from oxfam
it was past midnight
the sky filled with UFOs
i’d lost my camera
start threading the noose
i’m leaving today, you know
new york fucking sucks
the water wont stop
despite how i turn the taps
i found it like this
a puddle forming
a sentence left unfinished
a dish best served cold
you see yourself there
you don’t know how you got there
and yet there you are
staring at the door
i dreamt it was your birthday
and that i loved you
the plane dips and rocks
the vast desert beneath us
how did i get here?
circular logic
you can’t concede to yourself
this isn’t over
we danced and we danced
we gave a blood sacrifice
but the rain still came