The rusting clock grinds to a stop.

I remember your shadow fall

Like a sheep below the ha ha wall

Knowing that the wolf will come.

I chose the electricity

Over the safest route,

The arguments rang out

The theoretical bleeding boy on the stairs.

The neon lights

Sparkling faces that knew my name.

Feeling something

Being something.

I rarely spin the black circles now

The cinefilm burns to dark,

Too dark.

A love of music

Sometimes means that love must fall apart.