Trailed by…purpose
Prosaic tomes
We slipped away invading the night
We passed all those thoughts that you stole
Described to me like they were your own
I know I will not ask too much
Just keep me occupied
Machines, tired and cold, abandoned their posts.
Hiding out as we approached
We walked until skies opened up
Screamed out a perfect song while we slept
I'll tell you I will not look so bored when you talk in your sleep
Planes crash
Houses explode
Cars on the road swerve aim and drive straight through our backs
Slowly we both awoke
Exhaling smoke
Brushed off the dust then we moved on
Strangers threw their distant and dark
Sinister stairs
But, they just bounced off
Reason caught us and grabbed our throats
Dragged us around repeating this note
I made this up
You asked too much
Now we're preoccupied
Monday we staggered home drunk and alone
Mesmerized by graffiti tags on the wall
Tuesday, when all was calm, we submerged our arms and encased them in pillars of glass
I made this up
You asked too much
Now we're preoccupied
Monday
We staggered home
Drunk and alone
Mesmerized by graffiti tags on the buildings
Tuesday
When all was calm
We submerged your arms
And encased them in pillars of stained glass