Murmurs of Gold

I don't love you anymore

Goodbye

My feet hold the door closed

Waiting for the footsteps to echo into eternal silence

Craving the cleansing of air

No longer shared with vipers

Crime scene contamination crossed off the bingo card

Blood thickening, constricting the flow from tongue to nervous systems I don't know

Fail safe or fail hard the night is young with a full deck of cards

Cherubs mute the scene specifics blurred in pixelated screams

Simplicity on fire the car rolls back into garage

The flowing of air bellows the high rise of expectation through the roof

Flames overflow

Substance of love purges the landscapes as the Fahrenheit escalates 

Into evening sun lamps that fall in time

My heart rescinds it's offer

It's too late turn back my mind

Calming sessions fall in 4/4 time

Breath escapes 

I don't love you

Goodbye