Tonight is the night my skin’s on tight
With a digital arrangement of letters and punctual marks
I’m envious of myself for once and not those circuitry sharks
Wireframe, I’m afraid I’m the one to blame for your vacuity
With starved stomachs and feeble minds, proceed with acuity
Tonight is the night I will be all right
Like the sound of a dancing blade across a wooden table top
Underneath the noise encrusted room, her heart will stop
A brass button falls off of her dress and rolls under the closet door
His glass full of ice and a faint trace of whiskey, the night she’ll abhor
Tonight is the night I don’t suffer blight
Alas, sorrow parts and the sun decided to show it’d freakish face
Two nervous fingers thinking thoughts unclean as they caress her lace
That dress becomes the enemy as her body goes straight to his head
Radio waves shall mitigate the memories of which were painted deep red
Tonight is the night I can see your light
I’d wear my heart on my sleeve but it would be a bloody mess
Crimson agony flowing, interrupted as if unholy as we transgress
His anger would only lead to misanthrope, said the man in business attire
White-scarred knuckles against the table as he rose up and caught on fire
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