Neon lights and slinking purple skies squeeze out soft regrets from all our lies,
as I greet another door that opens in to that place where we repeatedly begin.
Another urban wasteland thick with fears.
Icy lights that shine like frozen television tears.
Oh dying embers of another day,
please tell me what it is I want to say: I'm tangled up in try.
Slipping on "I wonder why..."
I face affection not embrace affectionate embrace.