Escape from dark hours

Written by: Justin Debrosse

She comes from interstitial spaces
Where thoughts are born tangled
Promises built up, helium soars
Lending railway scorn to nighttime turning

This dark hour blankets trusting groping hands
Banging every opportunity in sight
To find a grip with swollen delight

An agreement's vacant ditch
Everyone robbing for themselves
What the world wouldn't give

So crawl into a ditch fuming
Let your belly feel the ground growing
The highway still burns with retching sounds

Back to her, wiser than before
She pulls me tighter and wont let us escape