Strip

She moves through the light a ghost in plain view a vice of habbit and eternal good time.

Overoriced drinks and cheaper souls.

Sweetheart how weve sold more than souls yet still we stand.

 

In other ways we see past the eyes just from diffrent points a view.

Flawed perfection and a dismal scene was it but yesterday we

saw roads distant so how the f**k did we ever end up here?

 

You hide from all but even in dim lights underneath the stage lights I see all.

from cheap encounters and paid rooms maybe we thrive in the desolation.

Often traggic characters hold better stories lets write a missing chapter tonight.

 

 

Make it more than a paycheck more than a darkend stage dance.

Weve tasted better drugs but often age makes the king a pawn

I remember were once we stood in such a diffrent place.

 

Fools yern to have I'll just take a simple moment and nothing more.

Two prisoners of are choosing lets escape the cell only to

return the very next day.

 

Move in the shadows sweetheart I know  how the light does embrace every curve.

Maybe theres more than a simple f**k and a lie of emptyness in this meeting.

Another round takes you from view but like any habbit I'll find another soon.

 

 

Smile in the reallity its nothing more.

A stage a moment soon forgotten.

Another time a broken promise a empty room.

 

She owns the night in movent of music and a songs reminder

Dont forget to tip the dancers  lastcall and goodbye.

 

Dance in a perfect fucked up state you cant hustle the jaded.

Give a glimpse sweetheart I admire every flaw. 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Marie Nichols]

As always a great write. Love reading you

[An owl on the moon]

You dance us in that darkness, my friend.. take us to that place of no return.. scars and scratches marked too deep to erase. So painfully powerful!

[John Patrick Robbins AKA Gonzo]

Craig thank you so much for the read i dont deserve the comment but its a honor my friend.
read moreCraig thank you so much for the read i dont deserve the comment but its a honor my friend.

cheers

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

perhaps how lovely things are in a drunken state.....the next day we see it clearly and run but find ourselves locked right back up in the same cell because although we escaped we returned. We like this state because it makes everything ugly and bad go away temporarily. Well done Gonzo.