heartpalpitations

the pallid complexions wakes you in ways that put you to sleep.boy, your life is cheaper than the thrill. undo that belt and sit back, relax. you've missed the appeal, kissed the deal,you’d give in before apprehension could grip you by the shoulders.

this is something you can't resist no matter the many sobrieties.

this is something you can't resist.

promises still tethered by expectation, hanging from bitten tongues who's too afraid to disappoint.we’re slaves to every word we say after all. all it takes is for a dizzy cigarette to set fireworks in your mouth to ignite the courage to confess, a threat to coax each trembling thought before the frenulum burns altogether. you tell yourself you need that push, it's a survival instinct, alright. 

all right?

the difference between me and you is i try to be in control with only bare hands too small to hold everything together, with only tendons against impulse.the only ignition i need is the grinding of bone that opens the jaw.

i try.

hey, i wonder what that says about you.

start feigning bravado. start pretending grace. make yourself hip and charm your way out.

but the moment you run out of high, what's left?

heartpalpitations......

dive headfirst into plush leather and confectionary reveries while those who breathe misfortune sleeps under neon signs with sore arms (race) in a strip-twisted mind of half-empty places.

this is a parody forked with cherry.

brandy cuts lines after these lonely men drink the virtues straight out of her system. they savour the taste of who needs saving....she's totally drained, can't you see? sweetly seductive upon slender claws, she's deceitful and admits to favoring the feverish warmth of sleepless nights over burying herself with duvets of cold street air.

take a look in the mirror and stare. stare at the stranger staring back.

sweetly spilling the truth,

sweetly spilling the truth with a glass gaze.

this is a parody’s counterattack. this is a parody's parody.