Sapphire Eyes by Wayward

Last scene, hearts spilling art-house tears, in the noir smoke of unspoken fears, now we circle in different spheres.
Words unheard, disappeared worlds, funny how your plans never…
Watching my hands tremor, signal, scramble, fuzzy out the antenna.
Odd weather for October, I reflect, a strange summer, but they always are in retrospect, I guess.
Lullabies for restless eyes, a deaf sleep fallen from grey skies like pesticides,
When I woke she had left my side, note the dresser, one line, it read the pleasures mine, all mine.
She’s always been one for satire, deadpan, black humour glinting in her sapphire eyes
Bright in the lamp fires light, where we lie, talking ‘bout life unaware.
Burning ships in Black seas, we capsize, silent headlights hit the cat's eyes, the pulse of the city flatlines to white noise, to white noise.

Four eyes, two points of focus, is it all lies? We play our lines like a writers opus. To fight it's hopeless.
There’s sides to the dice we’re rolling, snake eyes and the fires molten.
Waist sides to be tired by our tears to replenish dry springs as the siren sings, cyanide lullabies to die for, and time stalls, knocking at the mind's door, lost within its night fall, lonely.
I take her word like snake oil, an assurance her betrayals will remain loyal. Grease for the bearings, get thy. Sleepy and staring into space, time crept by, red eyed.
Nightmares, right there, close enough to push away, closing up, crow bars couldn’t open up.
Burning ships in Black seas, we capsize, silent headlights hit the cat's eyes, the pulse of the city flatlines to white noise, to white noise.

• Electronic
• House
• breakbeat
• garage
• techno
• tropical
• London