Hexes

We’re torn between the lines,

With thorns puncturing our sides.

The past seems to be fading,

Losing lines and losing shading.

With the background disappearing

I forget what I’ve been fearing

And I give into your light,

Shoot right up just like a kite.

But the high is too confusing,

Forcing me to face the music,

Hiding sins in champagne glasses,

Stealing dreams and burning castles.

So my words erase your hexes,

Drown them with the circumflexes.

And I pull away my hands,

Let you sink in your dark chants.