You dream of empty days on a highway
floating
cruising
going nowhere
but...
how many heartbeats
and dreams do you think it costs?
Flatline desert
Comatosed
between the bright light
and dark night
gang of angels
dressed as crows
a murder by the highway
will they start to fly
my way
sunkissed madness
and for every mile that's walked
a thousand more are travelled
internally
fraternity
of internal screamers
Ever kissed the sky at night
and felt it's cool breath against your mind
like an empty whisper
hollow of hope?
All who cry
travel on that breeze
What is it that screams at us
when we are waking
what is it that pins us to the day?
Does anything mean anything?
glass slipper kissed the mind
of holy fuck
and hear me blind
with every sound
within a whisper
ticking of an iron bell
or is a belle
a bon voyage
of maiden flights
and ghostly nights
of slipped inside a circle
going somewhere
and how many ways are freeways
even if the sign points north
and carries on for never
or ever
turning on the plate
of open comfort
and all that can be said
is mother are you watching
can you hear me?
