Spiraling

You only burn bridges

If you're tempted to travel the road

But I don’t visit much anymore

 

But I’m still a pyro

I burn photographs

And steal time

We can add klepto too

Possibly many more

 

I got them hooked on heroine*

Cause I bring the ground up

These lines are looking longer and longer

Cause I’m that villain

And they need a hero

 

I don’t have my own moon or stars

But I pull them in

And they stay

It’s a science I don’t understand

So I call it the dark arts

 

I’m not a rose with thorns

I’m a blade that forgot

He had an edge

It’s a sadistic serenade

As the razor dances on the strings of a violin

Dancing  like there’s no tension or emotion

 

 

I didn’t change

This is just a new mask

And you’re the patron

Come to witness the dark comedy

 

I changed

I lost the flask

Stopped shooting patron

Found my own remedy

 

I don’t have petals or a gleam

I’m a storm

I twist and rampage

Pulling bodies in

And casting them out far worse

Then when I came through

 

The galaxy is far too crowded

Give me a black hole

Right at the time of death

That’s some voodoo

I could live with

 

I got my own therapy

It’s only good for me

I’m not trying to be anyone’s hero

The lines are shorter

But they’re still lines

 

Put me on cryo

Because I’m cold and sleeping on you

I’m freeing myself as I fall

Down into this slumber

You don’t have to leave but you better go


I remember the way back

I just know I’m a spark

So I ignore the bridge

 

 

 


* an intentional double entendre
 

 

 

 

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