The New Neon - Clea Anaïs

In every moment you carry it around

a reminder to me

Perhaps I have been so honest with you

you can’t conceive I have secrets anymore

you don’t pause to inquire

maybe you just can’t care

Erasure of our happiness has occurred

the simple times and simple love

overshadowed by the grandiose

the neon new, explicit in the darkness

In the wasteland that was our life

your voice descends from your dream

I hear it through the grey

I watch the skies changing

I stand here seeing

planted deep in solid ground

You mock my offerings

and the embers, I watch them burn through me

I want reminders, printed on soft skin

While you whistle

I ingest the pain

pinning my eyes wide