Walked Out On A Line

from the back of my brain
the confetti burst came
and it blew through the balls of my eyes
in the midnight as loud
as a cloud of cocaine
and horrendously swollen in size
saw the pen press the text
through the flesh of your neck
and the first line twas writ there was christs
it spun silver machine on a high wall of white
waving cream that sends streams from his side
cause hes out on a razor line
and dark, dirty streams
the decay from our dreams
leaves a black trail of grease through the snow
and is there a hotel there or is there a hole
where our bodies, all aching and aging can go
oh, i lept from the mountain and mid-falling down
ran my trembling hands down your spine
cause you have been curtly holding a mean
will hopefully always be mine
and cause youre out on a razor line
in the storms scream and swirl
i swear i saw my girl
i was pinning her straight to my side
when the devil, all dinged-up and dragonfly wing
dropped his head in my lap and he cried
now were right out on that line
once i spotted my man
sweepin over the sand
and the ambulance lamps in his eyes
and the smell of black blood on the backs of his hands
i could tell that his world cant be mine
when he says
the eye seems to spin just fine
all through space
all through bladeless night
all on the plain over razor line