[When I need...]

My departure from this place was just as hard spoken shade of blue,
As throwing a fish back into dark waters
I remember how it felt
To concur other peoples minds and thoughts
Looking over heated shoulders
To see melting patterns as faces
That is when nothing mattered.

When I get to where I am going,
I'll thin it out for you.
Paint over the memories,
Every last [bad word] one of you.

Sit so still now
Everyone, poison.

Hold your neck gracefully
Tearing like a child
skyscraper about to fall
Collapsing, challenging the feeling of death…

 [bad word] of what you're all afraid of
The feeling of death, this prince he's cold
Cold and Blue like the 80's early 90's
Long Island summers will end at the very fall of you
Sit still at the sight of the loop
That no one will ever know…