elevating poetry in twisted symmetry, i float like islands in skies of wicked trickery...
rise on angels wings but hold the devils right hand, the grip around my throat is my own...
burning candles in memory of fantasies, unlived and unborn like little sisters misery...
wore the wood out on my guitar top, fingers tap a finish that resonates my soul she drones...
confused like blind men in sunshine, i feel but see only the farthest reaches of my face...
in love for god he brands a cross in his skin, ink leak, pour like tears from mothers eyes...
a gasping breath, i struggle on my knees to fall into a mirage mixing alcohol and space...
the angel over my shoulder holds a knife, daring me to choke myself before he takes my life...

-rocked adidas back then-