.empty.bottle.amarone.nights.

He looked through eyes of glass
And he said


Have you ever felt this worn before?


I’m walking on eggshells
With grace like tidal waves and hurricanes

Four girls watch from stained saint windows

(Well maybe not girls….more like women really, just drenched in youth)



And I wear this costume like a trophy
Plastic wrap skin
This cyber perfection stinging its way in


Walking under fluorescent headlights


So I looked through eyes of glass
And he said


It’s not the end until you’ve met your match
There’s something inside that still beats for flesh

I’ve been there before



A knockout standing in the door, 3:30am

Those steel eyes seduce my voice through ancient stories
Even tragedy bleeds beauty through that wicked melody


Four faces intent watching from the crooked corridor

Four girls fates glowing under merlot flames
Singing lust into tapestries
Fading threads into fiction


Believing every folding whisper


So I break through eyes of glass
And he says


You can’t fake your way out of the past


My trophy lie
Cyber-genetic routine tall tales scraping up to the skies

Amarone nights
Alone by the fire side.


I sweep up the splinters and lock the doors

Through the dead bolts and wood grain
I can still hear him calling my name

Every night it’s the same dream


Every day it’s the same disaster
Of tangled blue hair and canvas skin



But I can’t let them in.



I’ve dreamt this life before…