semantics

we were thirteen

and younger than ever

choking on candy pop

designer drugs

champagne pouring

that good devil's stuff.

death makes you come alive

a wolf in sheep's lingerie

struck the ground so now

the fountain of youth lies

pretty, ugly truth

fighting nail and tooth

as we wallow in the depths

of nightmares loose.

but if we were dreaming

why does this feel so real

and more importantly

how did we end up painted teal

in the old cemetery?

neighbor died last week

but i don't remember following

was i really dying to get there?

stabbed through the heart

and now i've come alive

but really, is that true?

semantics! smiles of plated gold

what a perfect grave, nothing 

stands between

us fallen angels

and the world.