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.
