Burnt-Out

You puzzle me boy, round and round This splintered time living in my head I’m losing control with your late- street life; Is this your face now, like a gas mask Red nicotine shades my half-closed eyes, And when I awake you go to bed, hazed. This new facade, a filthy smokescreen A wisp pulsing on specks of dark; Sorry, there’s no last deal; it’s gone too far You can burn, burn the shadows thin While jiggle of your boogie nights Chars our spaced-out dreams. Flickers dim a love once true Yeah get your fix, boy; waste your hours The distance between us blows Circles in your eyes drift by the sill, Although I find a puff of jolt in your hush It’s time to go; that potion breathes in black. --Rock And Roll Groove It Contest Posted 10/8/2013 Carly Lalion