Dance While You Can

The years are slipping by. Ungraceful shadow with no mercy. Someone must have stolen my memories in a dream, I don't remember a thing. How did I get here? Watering myself in the bulb of energy. I breathe underwater, pumping yellow smoke through my veins. A mysterious feeling captures me in the sling of the fall. Before we know it there will be no tomorrow, no more suns to see, no more fires to burn. Be feral. Glitter in the light of destruction. Feel the heat of raw thunder, a lost kingdom smiling in the lonely reflection of a mirror. I'm turned on like a radio, happy as a child. Too proud, sanity means nothing. I stay up late and permeate and stick to things like honey. I left my crown of honour at the bottom of a rose garden where angels cry for cake in a heaven, raped by life. Boys want to fuck boys. It's a silent metamorphosis of bones. No inward ripeness in a sleazy cornucopia of deranged meaning. This town has lost its magic. I've been waiting for a miracle to happen, but if this is all there is, I'm ready to wither in the plasma of dreamy nights. Unfulfilled. All the years we celebrated are gathering dust like the sting of a bee. Repenting in the froth of cream on a wild river carrying me into a polarizing taste. I swirl in a nauseous loop, trying to get back to you, the silky youth of the crop budding in an eternal spring. I mistook time for a friend, but the minutes are stabbing me in the back like a traitor in daylight, a cigarette that doesn't last long enough. The incessant thrill of life is slowly fading. Only the music of night makes me move. A mouth with bad news, dreaming in cool shades of blue.