16 August 2012

We Are The Sovereign Shadows Growing Long In The Afternoon

Sun bleeding out on the curb tonight
Base thoughts racing through my mind
Evening dies in a maladjusted way
I'm drowning it out in a bottle of beer
A roar of laughter and a broken dish
Abruptly, everyone I love vanishes.

Night grows gelid like a winter pond
A blanket of stillness punctuates the world
The dark of night creeps into my skull
I'm drowning it out in a bottle of beer
And I lie here waiting for sleep to overtake me
But she doesn't want to give me the satisfaction.

I moved downtown to a private prison
With a woman and her dog
She's from the south and she don't take no shit
I'm drowning it out in a bottle of beer
I walk away from you with bitter in my blood
You play me so well; I'm a fucking disgrace.

Sun bleeds thick on the morning curb
Waking pulls me back through that other dimension
Broken-glass lives line the daily commute
I'm drowning it out in a bottle of beer
And I'm drowning it out in a bottle of beer
And I'm drowning it out in a bottle of beer.


~Blood red moon.

Love,

Ivanchenko.

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