If fires light up the night and burn up my hands
please guide my thoughts away from the hurt
for a way to resist the pleasure in heat.
My palms into dust
less touch, less lust
Forget impulse
resort to anything
Disappear here, the night is unclear.
In shadows of doubt the highs will feature.
Another moment in the crescent moon
Another occasion. Another you.
I now know I'd rather be a lost boy without any need.
I now know I'd rather be full of hope Stranded on my knees.
Tragic Youth
Let the young
Be undone
Forever and ever.