11:24pm

maze broken, shes running, feet swollen, hes humming. shes stolen him, and before he even knows it, she's gone. teacups sitting on the hollow tree stumps. hes dumped and cant seem to swallow these lumps;
the beat goes on. same fire, new passion, old flame. traded in for that summer fling it's nothing like that sweet old song. tipped over, root the trees bend, the leaves blend in with the open wound,
the freeze frames keep him warm. the days thoughts are scraped off, the weight loss, the new sign says "keep off" as he speeds off into the storm. out of spite, the lightning strikes him twice. he's peaking out on the pike and cheating life, peeling out on the lawn. now hes idling as time is dwindling in his mind. hes figuring out lifes about the little things. in this labyrinth and all this magnificence can only keep the mics trapped. the princess is innocent, she doesn't belong.
"I never thought Id miss you"
they had a ceremony where he put her in a bridle, the headstall. she stopped to think for a minute and in a split second went a.w.a.l.
"I never thought Id miss you"
drawing in the chin is an expression of resentment or scorn. hes pulling on the reins, the bridle, the shower, the storm. the maze, the high tower, clouds are at war.

Clouds are at war.