We had something more than this
calling out to us
from the empty space before us.
A plane crash introduction
to the unknown.
An embrace
we never consented to.
Warm in the sun,
we never saw danger,
even night held us close;
a surrogate womb
for the unfettered.
They never made
roads for the likes of us.
Flash forward,
burn over
the hard days
and fast living.
Stars falling,
burning up
high in the atmosphere,
but we never once
let a wish
form upon our lips;
our fate was sealed.
Graveyard junkies,
cold blooded,
and grey skinned.
The dark rejected us,
as much as main street,
and Wall Street did.
We broke every rule
we ever made;
and smiled.
The Joker always wins,
the house is always wild.
Kill me like summertime.
Let the songs roll off the beach
and out into the long water.
I never once wanted
what they had,
I knew what treasure looked like
since I was a kid.
Just you and me, now.
All the others
either turned,
or they’re dead.
We own every road
and every town
between East and West.
Put your arm around me
and I’ll put my foot to the floor.
We’ll break the sky, yet.
I promise.
We’re never gonna die.
HG – 2021
