the blood in your veins travels quicker then the light in your eyes.
from your heart to your fingertips in ten seconds short.
just like the words from your lips always come out as lies.
every last syllable, noun and verb twist and contort.
never letting the truth be shown in your eyes.
looking side to side to escape as a last resort.

the comfort in my heart gets disrupted with every beat.
beads of sweat descend from my temples.
in the cold of the night i still feel the heat.
does your blood boil in each and every vessel.
on this old empty worn out street.
with signs covered in rusted metal.

we always end up here, two figures in the dusk.


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