Traffic lights take me back to the arms of someone that smelt and felt right.

Tic-tac-toe twist the shoulder of that ho

Traces the veins, compulsion erupt to the core

Gut the pearl, lick the foundation, child's play

Tic-tac-toe bend the hip, compress the tail

Vivid headbanger, blackout submerged response, a pulse

Waltz hand in ankle, composure flimsy and blunt

Simon said war, and so we hacked and bashed and tore

Joint in an uninspired reenactment of feral descent 

Dance to the tune of bullets, towards loved ones we ran

Hidden were this thoughts iced over clay pleasantries

Shook in inevitable rotundas, out to an outstanding loan

Pressed to flip the volume in abundance as we feast  

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Burned bridges now, really
The nest remains wishful thinking.

Red sore eyes tail traffic lights

Like those that lit the pathway.

Fleeting compression trigger the alarm

theurgencyingettingpastthefactbecausenooneelsesetsthestandardofpatheticandthosebelowain'tshit

Vaulted gasping inner breaths 

Ain't taking the risk today

Not picking up the phone

Agony in burn out, fashion

Same two tunes on speed dial

In resurgent random motion

Clock off by the 11th

The woes of the mighty

Aline in tribute to Babel

The hubris in suffering

The undertaker steps on my toes

Cracks my joints, bathes my stench

Furthers my essence, neutral dipped shell

Worship in recollection soothes my hunger

Forget not the interlocked fingers

In passage lips carriers of delight

and the abomination of the tear

Traffic lights bring me pain

For I oblige in the consideration

That in pause a r-reflection

From green eyes to yellow hair

A red mist strangles the frame;

I stay awake at night solely

because my dreams do not involve me.