[EmergencyRoom]

Last night I fell asleep with you upon my mind:
Aquamarine dreams of scenes frozen on celluloid;
Still life with moving parts,
Allowing the shards of my heart
To twist and mingle
With icicle tears, bled from wounded eyes.

Condensed water filmed windows
Mask tar black sins,
Except from those within,
Who know exactly what they do.
As they writhe,
And twist,
And kiss,
I stand outside with my breathe solidifying,
With only scorched pride to keep me warm.

Did you inherit your lies along with those eyes?
Both cause visions of endless green oceans:
Jealousy,
Tranquillity,
Both sever me,
From ascendancy.
How can I plan
To be a better man,
When all this wood separates me from the trees?
How can I plan
To be your better man,
When you bathe yourself with his lips
Inside my private hell on wheels?