Death Valley

outlive ourselves in death valley
shivering in the kaleidoscopic green of our matching eyes
all pale, disillusioned, colorless
an end, bitter almond in my throat

shivering in the kaleidoscopic green of our matching eyes
peel each other's clothes off
all pale, disillusioned, colorless
the sun sets like a child throwing a tantrum for a new toy

peel each other's clothes off
A bridal ballad penned by our dear, dead inamorata
the sun sets like a child throwing a tantrum for a new toy
the moon rises like a stilted scorpion

A bridal ballad penned by our dear, dead inamorata
I cannot define a man who cannot even define himself
the moon rises like a stilted scorpion
and I walk away

I cannot define a man who cannot even define himself
an end, bitter almond in my throat
and I walk away
outlive ourselves in death valley.