Small series. c&c pls. The Lovers We've Use To Bed Loop around the obstacle, transmissions via recollection The terminal says this is the right place to rest With dourness in the day time, there are no shades to cover eyes And there are no numbers on the dice We roll to help decide which roads to take Throwing the blanket over our feet, we keep on turning over in our sleep But the warmth doesn’t spread To our hearts; to where it’s coldest The need to keep on turning the plaque over in our hands We must read every detail of direction Throw caution to stimulate the darkness that engulfs our flesh And with our lips dry, we lick them To drown the sullen recollections in our mind Loop around the obstacle, transmission via recollection The terminal bodes us good night With an arrow pointing in the way to empty dice And an alleyway Laying frozen in thought deep, we keep on turning over in our sleep To where the madness spreads To our hearts, where it’s coldest And the sweet bliss of a soft kiss upon warm lips Can no longer serve its purpose And we remember all the words that old lovers have said With nowhere for the thoughts to go..