# Senseless Murmurs of the Estranged (~~The~~ Last Night)

*Slithering fangs and pointy tails*\
*Tell me if I'm not feeling well*\
*My mindscape's hazard lights sing symphonies that plead me not to crash*\
*Maybe that last line's just a touch-*\
*I'm feeling obsessed with feeling up*\
*But the rhythm of our continued stumbling keeps me anchored on the act*

*Maybe I'm not making sense*\
*Break it down a little first*

*Singing out my heartstrings like they never gave a pause*\
*I'm writing another washed out drawn out rant recalling how we stalled*\
*And you were always the one I asked for in my nighttime bender gleam*\
*Separate the colors, strip my words, and paint the walls with apathy*

*Cold night summer sunsets bail*\
*Another take out date night last meal*\
*Surrender my senses call my cell and keep my phrases right on track*\
*The writing is on the wall tonight*\
*Blinding reflections kill my sight*\
*A murderous moment of dismemberment from feelings that you lack*

*Maybe I'm not making sense*\
*Break it down a little first*

*Singing out my heartstrings like they never gave a pause*\
*I'm writing another washed out drawn out rant recalling how we stalled*\
*And you were always the one I asked for in my nighttime bender gleam*\
*Separate the colors, strip my words, and paint the walls with apathy*

*Call me out on conflict resolution from temptation of my thoughts*\
*Shatter the glass and flip the script of all the preface that you wrought*\
*I'm not seeing light;*\
*this blurry image right;*\
*choke my eyes, drain my voice;*\
*break my ego, mayday;*\
*I'll take solace knowing this will be the last night of this play*\
*Where I'm the actor, you're the audience and I'm the one who pays*

*Maybe I'm not making sense*\
*Break it down a little first*

*Singing out my heartstrings like they never gave a pause*\
*I'm writing another washed out drawn out rant recalling how we stalled*\
*And I can't stab myself in places that I know I shouldn't keep-*\
*Me- I mean you, and this is true, I'm waking from this heavy sleep*\
*I'll write my will, I've had my doubts, I'm singing songs, I'm bleeding out*\
*Waterfalls perched on the windows of my dreary excess pout*\
*And you were always the one I asked for in my nighttime bender gleam*\
*Separate the colors, strip my words, and paint the walls with apathy*