worth-less
but almost
more than the sum
and the sun
always deals a stern hand
as we try and capture
promises
and spent dreams
waking up
just to sleep walk
with wasteland wardens

send all the failed gods
my love
sealed in a kiss
of seductive destruction

stained on the outside
and looking down
we’re too young to remember
and too old to cry
so forget this false paradise
because smiles
of the righteous and the wicked
are written on the same page
and the picture of sin
is folded in my back pocket
as fires continue to fill the sky