We were all dancing in our might and glory,
the cursed family of dogs and cats of fury.
Tomorrow was a new find, always a new kind,
as tomorrow begat tomorrow, united behind,
canvases blue and always full of scratches.
You need a new perspective on the floor I said,
as all you see is the same old ugly wood laid.
Try to smoke a cigarette with your nose for once,
if even just for the thrill, and honer, just once.
Slave to your ordinary habits, your existence doomed.
You had to start anew, when you no longer gloomed.
Your stolen thunder strikes the same.
Your stolen prayers all full of shame.
I steer my car out of the way.
I steer my heart into your lay.
Smile.
Grin.
Fill it with sin.
Love,
dear.
I hear you near.
Sail,
now,
through my smokey eyes.
Burn,
now,
In the flames of my heart.
Tell it to the devil, when you arrive.
I'm already lost, but you still strive.
Can't change your ways?
Change your minds ways.
Slow, I write so slow,
covered in your snow.
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