flowing lights...

seems it is going to be another day
with liquid dreams and shinny skies
the drops of tears, white, blue and bright
are still dropping rabbit holes into our eyes

it hurts so much and i taste the blood
let if flow into the past
another time, another way
shining out to yesterday's smile

fell into the closed up room
a knife is pointing to your mind
and kissing shots are there, alright
there's got to be some ending

there's got to be some sacrifice
if sanctuary is a place to hide
i'm going to die right up to
88 i can't explain how to be damned

and consumed into the light!
one, two, three times tonight!
delightful thoughts are bright!