your eyes are the gray of the clouds
when they cover the sun after a storm;
your words washing up on the skyline
of my towering city at night, a message
in a bottle only to be read by me.

    ignoring gravity, i've recklessly
    spilled the secret lives of shadows
    to a piece of paper just for you
    and buried them with the ocean.
    since that day i'm the hunted;
    for they want to make buttons
    out of my traitor bones.

i am standing on the edge of a mountain,
watching as my carrousel dreams float away.
they dissolve into smoke and are consumed
by the eyes of night. my paperweight
soul tears as each piece disappears.

    misguided ghosts
    is what they are, trying to fool me
    into an urban maze of skylines and
    turnstiles. bad blood is what they
    doomed my soul, but i'll keep on running.
    i will not forsake you; not even when
    my skin is smothering me.

but i am chasing after the sky in a futile
attempt to be your knight in shining armor,
a glint of blue ice running uphill unceasingly.
a never-ending battle to unveil hidden views
and bring them forth to the light of day.

    the winds are changing, and even though
    we're living off borrowed memories,
    i would go there and back again.
    my emotions may flow with the rapture
    of the falls, yet i shall not fail a single
    treasured thought, until you are close
    by my side, stealing the stars.