creepinson

I sit back and sip bitter amber,
It fights its way down my throat,
And meets a throbbing arsonist.
I find flames waiting for me
at the next gasping doorstep.
Afire, loving every moment
And every burning breath I enlist
Again and again you slip through my grasp.
I tire of the lies that keep your interest,
Laughing at how subtly I fashion a casket
And how shamelessly I wish to forget.

I step out of the eye of the storm, and into the rain
Desperately believing, that I’m not crying yet.

Tired now, of waiting for the rainbow
My eyes yield no more than a false sun,
Im convinced my heart could use a volt or two.
And now I see vibrancies on the overcast horizon,
Arching drearily and ending at the girl sat beside me.
Probably dreaming of what new shade
Shakespeare’s three witches would glow in envy,
Seeing the concoction in her hand.

Now far from the girl that had turned me down.

I don’t think they’ll ever find you.
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