Lighthouse

Ca-da-ver... Dirty walls painted like a chamber - but your keepers don't like things to change so they keep fear on retainer... Gabriella turnt her back on me but I don't blame her... It all just went so fast and I didn't have the life in me to sustain her... Boxed in by swollen thumbs – where the bum nightmares bit me in the eye ball and the ear drum - Sisyphus sits next to me on calm days in the office of the 1.5 by 3 meter hyperbole - where the stalled hurricane of youth and dust succumb to the tedioustrafies of the boss who can't cook any admirable order – Of the clotted back room of stolen goods – of the love that springs up out of nowhere to heal your pain. Love: The lighthouse of sanity... Ca-da-ver! I am choking on my future – who knows the heimlich? Oh, Cadaver... proof of the universe – The old red grape juice has settled on my see through paper cup – Take a sip! My laptop sighs like a typhoon! But can visions just end just like that, so suddenly with no explanation? Ah, Gabriella sings somewhere off where the moths can't see her glow - I can hear her through – The soft equator of miraculous misdemeanours in the key of C – She sings to me while i am silent. Silence: The lighthouse of honesty. Ca-da-ver!