So She Bribed Karma

There’s a clouded judgement in the air tonight,
the stars are not bright enough to act as guidelines.
There are blanks all along the road,
feeding on the anxious.

You serenade the nerves with a soft velvet touch.
The feeling of tranquillity,
a shiver down the back of my spine.

The blank in the road,
the weak stars in the sky,
the velvet touch.
So passionately correct,
but not nearly as breathtaking
as the way you executed it.
To expand, prosper
and gnaw at the inside of every romantic scene ever to come around.

Be brief and don’t run too fast.
Hurry, but don’t dash.
You’re bleeding ink because the tattoos on your arms are dissolving.
You feel scarred but you see no marks.
You seek gold, but find dust.
What is it that really makes you tick?
Is it the instant reflex that tickles your impulses
or the fiery draught that’s been drying your eyes for days?
How much hair will you have left when the pieces align?
How much time will be wasted in the mine,
or the stable?
What must you do to feel satisfied?

Glory walks hand in hand with clarity,
Velvet touches and weak stars,
blanks and prospering,
whatever the reason
just be subtle.
Because there is not much left I’m willing to give up
for a life I’m not willing to have.