Goodbye... goodbye... goodbye...
And I like you so much better when you are very, very quiet. It's not me you are thinking of, is it? Am I something that moved quickly through the corner of your mind? Something momentary? Just a shift in the tectonics of love... Shifting and trembling up the side of your neck. A trail of saliva leading back to the other land. That other home in your eyes; I see the trick of this word. Of your words all want and I suffer.
Riverman, eyes all water. Dark under filmy half-light in captured beams from shoreline to rocky shoreline. Wrecked against the walls and I can not feel my hands. No one wins. There is no redemption. The bad guys always prevail. There are no heroes. God wrecked us all long ago on this rock; this ball of hate and death and sacrifice.
Tell me lies. Tell me you love me. Tell me lies. I'm falling and no one sees me wrapped in black silk tumbling down awash in bird's feathers and innocence. I was trying to fuck my way to forgiveness and only ended up breaking myself on the glass in your eyes. Everything is so void. There is no magic in this empty place. No righteousness. No longing. I crawl into my mind where everything can be perfect for just a moment. Just for one diamond moment.
Then I wake up and find, with disappointment, that I still seem to be breathing...
