[khg] haven full of angles

[empallin]

we hold hands and stare
with out logic or reason
stare into the dark
and the darkest parts
of minds that dont mind

ignoring the idle chatter
with the chattering idols
swirling see through girls
little asian boys in skirts
eating smoke and rumors

listening to songs we know
songs we grew up with
still we dont hear a sound
other than tiny voices
telling us to run away

moving a little closer
trying to make some room
for things that bite and sting
all the things that can break
this far out from reality

the way you move
says you want the night
and to be taken away
taken for the night
to show your moves

we could capture the mood
going mad in the process
only to throw the bottle
to the solitude of sunrise
as we go our separate ways

we sit and stare
not even bothering to talk
because all i can see
is everything
going to hell