Undermining the Social Conventions of Love

If there’s one thing I’m passionate about it’s going to a show.

Feeling the dense air through the masses of bodies:

Sweating profusely.

Smiling uncontrolablly. 

Singing whole-heartedly.

First show in 5 years will be next week: PASSION PIT.

I’d say that’s a great way to get going back into shows.

Cast our consequences crowned with the signs through our eyes

Raged rightly as the pain plasters with plights of the past

Engage eight eared orchards as their midnight madness grows

Painful as the lights upon the grassy winds flow

Squeezed satire as the likes of me slow

Down to doom it is mine and now I may now

It is dying, over and over till my hollow end knows

Life is precious and yet we let us get ahead of ourselves though