Glow of October is fading away slowly in the arms of the cracking snow. Putting on my favorite coat of a serial killer,to go unnoticed. Tonight,I drive in between the blinding lights. For they know me better than the eyes.
It's warm enough with two cigarettes and some cold memories by the side. With no one in arms,none beside. The stereo too is not quite it's usual type. More like me. A little bit high on the lights tonight.
Through the sinned city looking gold in blind sight,I stalk some roads and scratch a few curves. For someone willing,to follow. Then,speed up the gears to pause the time running by. To block the adrenaline,rushing (by)e.
Passing through the bejeweled bridges, I dump the bills of time, invested in people and persons. And drop my peeled sins intact in their skin.One by one. To color the water in a darker shade. Which for sure will be labelled black. And so the stars and I shall laugh a little more before falling asleep.
I blow a lump of flying kisses salivated in empty fucks,to the cameras occluding the skies above. Bend on their aged duty to find something to be called a crime. For I am safe in my own handcuffs. Not read enough to be cursed. Not red enough to be caught.