Crescent of Craze

Tender lump, my forehead pulsates in rhythm Room still sways on harmful hinges of repercussions I sit staring, pressed up close, aligned with cool glass The moon, a silver crest lost in a pit of dark uncertainty Sickly swaying lessens, album greets the carpeted floor Diamond encrusted, painful white gold; I feed it in fury to the moon Flames lick at those heart felt letters, fight over empty words Vodka. How can something so patent can be so intense? I track its metamorphosis religiously Each night eyes fixed on the glow But the face I came to know and love fades soon Time hinders, i regress, a mole to soil No calm consideration or hopeful heart Esteem of mine declines with the sun’s descent Cry to fill the sink with tears of you Authentic dresser holds my truths, sure to join the rest Heap of broken sensations, amber heat, rising smoke Standstill. Spot last pitiful shreds of paper The blaze my heart, my heart a blaze I track its metamorphosis religiously Each night eyes fixed on the glow But the face I came to know and love fades soon Squint at the raw situation, chaotic scene Back to the shrine dedicated to times relived Lift the plug, drain or perhaps drown the tears of you steamy glass, observe once more that silver slither of prospect