There are forms of beauty beyond this--
Beyond cocked guns
Beyond pink
Tassels of blue
Your room is filled with dreams of men
Ravines of silhouettes
Shadows
That touch
(but never hold)
There are forms of desire beyond that--
Beyond yearning
Beyond yes, and
Beyond neon
Tassels of gloom
Your room is filled with dreams of demons
Cliffs of goodbyes
Leaving...
You're all alone
With nothing
But noise.