HYPERBALLAD

These tendencies,They happen all at once,Involuntarily.Blood rushing through the headOn my backOn your lips.Unexplainable.Ubruptly.Suddenly.Lock ourselvesWithin this circus of lunacy,Shadows and romancesPlaying in between the cracksOf these walls.Swallow all these hollowness.Lets make things impossible.Slowly.Procrastinate.Smoking cigarettesInside my lungs.I can feel you in my mind.Imaginations of you and meIn an elevator getaway With plastic green starsAbove us.Drown meInto this sea of lemonade.And your sweetness.Again.And again.And again.Endless.