Am I in good company

Tonight?

Is the moon spackled with

Shine?

Are the hearts in your

Head

Confusing you like

Wine?

Tell me if the ocean is warm enough to breathe

As they all disappear in mist.

Do you wander

Alone

Along cliffs born to

Wane?

Is this you?

As the amnesia melts

I blend with your skin

An aggravated man

Meets his end

Kissing you.

I'm closing in on my fate
Stepping on the stones
Remembering what it's like to wave

The bruise on my bank shines
I still look down sometimes
But I can see the harmony
I can feel the flame

At night I dream and it's not of you
The things that I need cannot be calmed
Anymore

Super energy is stirring
Super energy is waking
Super energy is taking over
Super energy is within me

It always was

Irish boys surprise me most
Finding me in summer yellow lit rooms
Making out against your will
You love me You love me

Serenade me; I require it
This devil in me knows not of compromise
What was to be has now eroded
The links within me are eating away the past

If you want to come along
I beg you do
Only you can quell this
Don't let this pass

Super energy is stirring
Super energy is waking
Super energy is taking over
Super energy is all about me

Little fly, go away.

Why do you stay so?

Little fly, I mean it.  I do care for you.

Well, hello.  You are funny.  Tedious, but cute.

I want you to go away.

I'll carry you and love you to the safest place I know.

And when I leave you, I will miss you, think of you, and wait.

When are you coming home?

Into the wide open sky with no answers

I dream of dying and reuniting

To an origin I have never travelled to

A place of comfort and orange skies

Forever westbound against the sea

I want to swim into the mouth of sin

I hear La Llorana sing about comforting

While my best friend and I enjoy our tea

Away from the thunderstorms

Beyond the tallest challenges

A return to a place called home

I will meet you there

I feel like I'm losing.

To the booze
to the men
to the triumph I had in my head
to the Christmas wish from 1992
And a sealed card resting in a suffocated box

Lilacs are dead and snow doesn't fall
It's me. Can I be on T.V.?

To the hair that is dead and to the paved streets
I've so longed to dance on

You, go to sleep and let me do the talking
I'll go and update your prescriptions
I'll remember everything

To the energy, the sweet, ignorant and naive energy
I miss with every dreamed kiss a cold body away

Give me peace.
Give me solace.
Give me time.
Give me more hunger.

I'm not finished yet.

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