There’s nothing on TV tonight

Memories of forgotten dreams
when the heart is dead and the
Angels of dust revealed
The mind is left to wander
Stepping on desert sands
Searching for a stolen minute of happiness

Memories of dreams
Locked inside the inner cage
Spots of sun
Fading away
in the rabbit hole

My first death
Was far from misery

My first blood
She was standing on the stage
Kissing a boy
Like a shadow on mine
Striped him naked
From the sense of feelings

On the fire
She danced
and danced
and danced

I can dig the movement of the real
She was one in mind
And nothing in the heart

What are you doing
She asked me
When the blood came by the river
I’m killing the boy
The child within me
I’m killing the boy

There’s nothing on TV tonight
Can we fuck?