Lurking-Monster

She used to steal things Like perfume and glass dishes Just to have something

What is letting go Stamping out, forgetting it It doesn't matter

Jesus loves me, this Is three yellow butterflies She likes to play dolls.

Pink walls are leaning Her attic bedroom phone call He says he loves her.

I used to dream of finding you. I would arrive in your city, dressed like a professional adult in a business dress suit. I would take a cab to the address the private investigator gave me. I would get out of the cab in front of your house. Your house is an old 1950's style house, gray and small. You have a rusted chain link fence with a gate. As I look at your house, you emerge. You were leaving to go to work. You work as a mechanic. You walk down your narrow and worn concrete sidewalk to the gate where I stand. Behind you I can see your wife standing in the doorway of your front door. She is looking at me through the screen. She is holding y

You are a monster Twenty years I wasted love I could not see you

Familiar blanket My red heart distantly aches The warm tears I cried

Our love was burning Your lies then turned to ashes Rising to the sky

Play this game with me Happy rainbow colors and I want to forget

The only thing left The illusions burned away Shining diamond.