You and I, we are Addicted to pushing buttons Clinging to buildings With nothing but fingernails And rescuing each other Just before running Out of grip You slip away, just enough To let me know That you are still Within reach, that I Can still catch you If I desire to And when I track You down, like a hunter Stalks prey, you laugh And say that you Have never felt more alive Than here and now.
You and I, we are Addicted to living On the fringes Never knowing if we Have crossed lines Never caring if we Are on the wrong side Wearing masks, cause The angels don't Like a dalliance With old Nick We have guns pressed To our foreheads And bullets in our bones They ricochet from One thought to another When we make love You scream, and tear skin We do not think about The blood, until the morning.
I gaze towards zenith. *A soul brushes past me at the corner*. As I turn around, the shadow seems to dissipate. Leaving behind a sense of hurry.
It feels like time itself abandoned this forsaken place ages ago and the entire city has been living in shambles. A senseless life of it’s own. No matter which corner you hide yourself into, there is no escaping this monotone, but to quit.