The New Neon - Clea Anaïs
In every moment you carry it around
a reminder to me
Perhaps I have been so honest with you
you can’t conceive I have secrets anymore
you don’t pause to inquire
maybe you just can’t care
Erasure of our happiness has occurred
the simple times and simple love
overshadowed by the grandiose
the neon new, explicit in the darkness
In the wasteland that was our life
your voice descends from your dream
I hear it through the grey
I watch the skies changing
I stand here seeing
planted deep in solid ground
You mock my offerings
and the embers, I watch them burn through me
I want reminders, printed on soft skin
While you whistle
I ingest the pain
pinning my eyes wide