graham watts

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tipsy fairytale

there is no more happiness
no more light
all that’s left is caramel delight

i have been gone for some time,
with my life to rearrange
but here i am again, 
in all forms of strange, 
all forms of deranged

i no longer have tidbits of imaginative thoughts
there are only demons,
tying little knots
there is a darkness lingering at the doorway
it has no invitation, so it merely prays

say, why don’t we leave?
why don’t we decide
dancing belongs past midnight?

spiraling,
spiraling,
spiraling down
into my mouth, 
you slyly drown

we’re killing each other and likening depression,
but let me tell you,
pretension was never the intention

screaming for a metropolis to
“SAVE ME”
but the echoing of feet have already betrayed
and the beauty of you has descended from day

don’t scream, don’t seek
don’t patronize or sneak
this isn’t a tango—
no rumba of sorts—
it’s a nightly convenience
of foot tapping array
where the war we harbor
is executed through dismay

oh, but look at the lights,
and how you gleam as such
the difference here
is you have a penetrating touch

i’ll say it again—please do not misunderstand
it’s a tipsy fairytale,
now off with your head