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Nickle, watch me

Posted to Utterances




wither in the
mourning of your night--
it always felt like home
or at least a quiet place
to take a rest
kick my shoes off
have a glass
found it soothing
the way my blood ran rather cold
not frozen
just a little on the chilly side

now burning hot
without your fire
feels so alive
who wants to rest

but dark eyes
call from long corridors
of the might have beens
urging, begging--
my sense of chaotic peace
my gentle violence
love me long, hard
and everyone remembers the first time
never knew you were mine

bright lights just can't compare
wouldn't do you justice
to be gleaming
wanna see your name written in the blood
of understanding after trial and tribulation
do their thing