Heart in My Fingers

Rough-sketch action figure beside your full-colour portrait
You've got a Godzilla for every shoulder
You've got seven eyes, you tower above me
Heart-shaped glasses, heart-shaped semen
You called yourself God, you called it delusion
Lipstick clown smirk up in the cosmos
I'm growing a hurricane under your star-blanket
Soft and inviting as the lining of a casket

Hypnotized by the smallest flame
Still looking
for who killed Mr. Moonlight
Desperate search with wavering candlelight
Sketches unfinished, reconstruction with paint
Images, ideas slowly taking shape

We can share this moment but we can't share a path
Heart in my fingers, chasing this dream
I'm just so goddamn tired
of sleeping alone.