Sell Out, Devil

The Devil sold his soul to me.
Red to white turned his cheeks;
I made him blush with the thought that we
Could exist simultaneously.

Your soul, for my soul -
What do you say?

He came with gold, that god of history,
And still he asked so innocently.
It wasn't enough, but I played it fairly -
Soul for soul, just as he always preached.

Sharply

Write it in permanent ink.
Speak before you think.

A drip becomes the ocean in which you sink.

Yes.

And so it begins, once more;

Life comes ready to reset -
Do not rust this preset.

Keep your eyes steady, look past the shore.

Am I...

...still living?

I Never Write Love Songs

I miss talking 'til you fell asleep.
That platonic thing I couldn't help but keep.
My eyes wouldn't close without those words.
So I said them anyway,
Indifferent to whether or not they were heard.
I just dreamt that they were,
Almost every single night.
I just dreamt that we were
Transcending and bending the lines.

Oncoming Storm

So many faces, yet I recognize not a single one;

I hope I don't get lonely with the absence of the sun.

City of Ports

The city was in reflection upon its own streets, slick and weathered; the sky wept at the beauty below, acting as a blanket of grey. I was wrapped up more than ever before, basking in this freeze-frame of a moment, trying not to actually freeze. This surmounted to quite the beautiful night - an end to a beautiful adventure, and the beginning of another.