Marking Our Shadows With Sand.

Your heart should be on display 
For all to see 
Through these wars 
It beats with its crimson blood 
Surging through the valves of beauty. 

Your chapped lips 
Your skint knees 
Are just signs of the war you're fighting 
The profound obstacles you're facing. 

The fire is out 
The wood is wet 
The hangover is coming 
Like a sandstorm 
Like a bullet shot from a gun. 

I pour water on your head 
To cool you down 
You're restless and empty inside 
A little piece of you has died 
Only your heart keeps you alive. 

Morning comes and the strangers leave 
Us to kiss life into the each other 
Our heads are swollen 
Mixed up with alcohol and haze 
And we're sitting in the wilderness 
Marking our shadows with sand. 

This is a hopeless time 
When we can't even stay sober enough 
To stay strong 
To stave off the pressure 
Of the modern existence. 

Love comes at us 
But we can't always catch it 
Like a baby firefly. 

I wrote a letter 
It's now wet and peeling 
The ink is running 
Like a think coating of mascara 
On eyes of terror. 

I stand when you sleep 
I cry when you smile 
The cracks are showing 
The skies are raining
On our parade. 

The dirty town 
Doesn't need us 
It's only a fabrication 
That kept us from expressing ourselves 
It kept us hollow. 

Part II: The Chance To Escape The Wilderness with love buried deep. 

We have been here for far too long 
Rusting and peeling under this sun 
We haven't been mesmerised by anything for a while 
Only cutting ourselves to see the blood spilling from our veins. 

It's drastic that we need pain to survive 
That we need to build dreams 
Piece by piece. 

It's sad that the world is overgrown here 
We can't see the flowers for the weeds. 

But we can escape 
We can wear our hearts on our sleeves 
Demand ourselves to run for the lights 
Commit to the road. 

My heart is broken 
I know it may not mend 
With you here it still beats 
With its blood urgent enough 
To keep me alive. 

Now put on your lipstick 
And help me kickstart this revolution.