Seeing Red. 33.

day burns down to night, burns the edge of my soul. in the night i break into sparks of suns, and become fires end; the dust of bones. night knifes my breath swallows whole my tounge, turn back, reverse, return. in the night i see the real concealed in days bright lie. eyes stitched shut, white teeth smile, sleep walks and talks, and feet mark time to the drumless beat. - Nick Powell, The Invisible.

Seeing Red.

so who the fuck are you to tell me who to be?

i swore along these ashes strewn across my bed

you mean nothing to me

i let go of everything we used to see

and opened up to the future

why did it have to be so hopeless until now?

i closed my ears and listened with my eyes to the sound of your heartbeat

ever changing

winter took its toll on you, i see, my love

who knows how long you'll last

i'll lie through my fucking teeth to save you

but why's my heart so hard to reach

i can't make up my mind

save the lost cause or grasp onto the unrequited

point me in the right direction

give me a sign

bright lights spell out your name through these city streets.