A Faith Called Chaos - Pugilist

I drink your arms like wine

Not mine cause I’m not looking

You judge life by pills on your bedside



(If there is a way)

I’m unsung, I’m undone

Is this what you want?

When evenings bridge and beat behind my eyes

I can’t even see,

I can’t escape, what you place only arms away

The covers bruise and pull perfect nights out from my eyes



Past your eyes I’m not for patterns

I drank my self to this

I drank myself through this



These skies look so familiar

These stars they bleed vermillion

These scars look so familiar

Kiss me with some teeth so I will know



This is too much kitsch for me

Living life in shades of fluorescent pink

Your pills, your pens your bottles of ink

Your azure was green by 6:30

God bless the black and blue eyes,

I gave to the prose of sleepless nights

Love’s first waste is loves last kiss

My addict.



Ten years hence they will know me as

The one who came, and never found himself.



We kept the charade going as long as we could (We favor the brave)

I don’t want to look back in ten years and say we could have.

We favor the brave.

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