Again & Again
JON INGOLDSBY, HOLLY BROOK
Unlocking metaphors
Caches that were safe before
Lost their secrets to the wind
It isn't everyday
You can see the other face
Watching you I'm watching me who could this be
Your wounds begin to sing
Red melodies that sting
Like ice bury me twice
Running from the heat from the lines that break me
I'll give another try
Fallen angel
Your terminal high
Feeding the hunger of your sky
Take all the poison that I give
Just to live
For the feeling
Use me again
Your stuck in a centerfold
Written in capitals
Bake the time talking through wine
Young boys that you tantalize
Sipping on your pretty eyes
But you kill just to feel real
Lately on this vine the showers have been steady
Are you ready for this flight?