Jet Black New Year



Don't even take a breath.

The air is cut with cyanide.

In honor of the new year.



The press gives us cause to celebrate:

These air raid sirens,

Flood barbed-wired skylines,

By artifical night.

As we sleep to burn the red

From our bloodless lives

Tonight we're all time bombs

on fault lines.



Have we lost everything now?

We're walking like each others ghosts

Around these silent streets ( the seditatives tell you everything is alright)

Like calendars dying at new year's eve parties

As we kiss hard on the lips

And swear this year will be better than the last.



Jet black - the ink that spells your name.

Jet black - the blood that's in your veins.

Jet black - We say, "how long can we take this chance not to celebrate?"



There's music playing,

But we dance to the beat

Of our own black hearts

And draw diagrams

Of suicide on each others wrists

Then trace them with razorblades.



Fire to flames

"strike match."

Burn these words from our lips

As the dagger screams

"Love is dead."

and it's a "newspaper tragedy."



Have we lost what we love?

Have we said everything?

Does it change everything?

Stare at the clock,

Avoid at all costs,

This emptiness.



Ten seconds left

until midnight

nine chances to drown ourselves

in black hair dye

eight faces turned away

from the shock

seven windows and six of them locked.

five stories falling

For ever and ever

three cheers to the mirror

now there are two of us.

Can we have one last dance?

How can we take this chance not to celebrate life?