The secret arranged in fading light drifts beneath those moving lips surpassing televisionary musings the harrowing clips of vicious mouths feeding off twice used silver spoons alludes to an elemental loss of engagement the lights are dying slowly now within the pull of moving trains. in come the devils of day light and the mention of unnamely names the ghost within the shattered woman crying out for youth and grace wishing she had a momentary change within her scowling face. as time passes between our wheels in yellow stripes and blackened stones we remember those who made our lives and changed them the lovers who rustled like Autumn leaves the old man dining in his tomb and the boys who raised their drinks in merriment with tiny movements of elegant lace that softly embrace your beautiful face, ill climb into your royal chamber and lay upon my tired spine and fall into the sweetest of slumbers. wake in my lucid mind of higher and higher rise above the burning flames of hell fire. This could be our childhood dreams or what has lately seemed the end of all sweet pleasantry, you choose which the pressure is building slowly now but soon it will burn up the sky as our hands are raised for win or loss in hopes the guns will fall and we’ll go running to the temples where life is just a dollar sign and raze the beast for all of his crimes and start anew