Searchers for the run aways
Are binging on the pleasures
Of looking- stay run aways
No shame on the tramp roving
Spitting on the people sitting
In love with the streets- stay roving
We make the runners still
Still for our lonely heart
Then let them run into the night
How could you lose that charm?
Strobe lit into passion, hunted
How did I lose that charm?
And make these moments unwanted
Clear seekers, we saw you
Sculled, weary and restless
But I had a dusty dream
Which never dreamt of ageing and
Which was coolly preserved for this moment
And was seeped into those veins
Never to forget my name
Never to leave my empty side
But the watchman's eyes are tired
And so sick of them blue
Brown and green gems of death
We, my friend set them run aways free
In our flowing, endless pursuit of thee
We, my friend, you and me.
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Submission Name: Painted Skulls
