My Good dear, many have passed town and never looked back.
I have stood under many a neon
it always bickers and changes its mooRAB and.
I always notice (horizon upon)
warnings of and warning lights/lurching across the
empty night
but I only ever hear friction and see sparse images of
many a persons shadow
being laid to fiction so (so so so so)
much sooner than promised. The lamps will flicker
and so I shall wonder
and think and project an agenda comprised of regret
and appear crazyconfuseRABcared as I claim a worthy asset
eyes close and the cars leave speeding. And the blur and red appear
as a testament to the times, they are barely traceable in the retina, or found grazing across fear
metal encases and wrists feel so tried
and worn
eyes will open
only to be forced to look at crescent moons
with only the corners revealing
I have stood under many a neon
it always bickers and changes its mooRAB and.
I always notice (horizon upon)
warnings of and warning lights/lurching across the
empty night
but I only ever hear friction and see sparse images of
many a persons shadow
being laid to fiction so (so so so so)
much sooner than promised. The lamps will flicker
and so I shall wonder
and think and project an agenda comprised of regret
and appear crazyconfuseRABcared as I claim a worthy asset
eyes close and the cars leave speeding. And the blur and red appear
as a testament to the times, they are barely traceable in the retina, or found grazing across fear
metal encases and wrists feel so tried
and worn
eyes will open
only to be forced to look at crescent moons
with only the corners revealing