The Devil Makes Three - "Man Tap"

Spirits

The Gift

The Dark Gets The Best Of You

Divide And Conquer

The Devil Wins

Look, it’s nothin,
You can't even tell those are lines!
its not like there havent,
been any signs.
Bathroom light flicker,
There are two tiny stickers.
I'm telling you I'm not!

Swell of a heart paper-thin wall,
Something so small.
Today didn't go exactly how is thought.
Clearly orbiting this pale blue dot.

Smudge little,
Something on your nose.
Oi, come close.
Pull you in,
in right next to me.

"Real twat you are,
you know that?"
You mutter under your breath.
Slowly simmering, yet no regret.

"Aye, and you're a super star"
"Together we'll go far"

You chuckle and press that,
Hand into mine.

"Aye love, we'll be just fine"

little light drizzle on the window frame.
“mad, we're all mad, all the same,”
just the two of us,
make that three.
something more of you and me.

Barely bitten, long since smitten in this little room.
Old chipped mugs and a drying line of doom.
Nothing much, waking up,
Up in the night.
In the curtains flickering light.
Too much to take in,
Aye, there is a lot,
Orbiting this pale blue dot.

You hold my wrist like a match to a flame,
"There is no shame, in not wanting this"
I've got no words, 
Sinply a kiss.

It's terror,
It's thunder,
It's unfiltered bliss.

Of all what time has wrought,
all the things that we got,
got to do,
got to see,
all the things that we could be.
Who in their wildest dreams would have thought,
us two,
would hold this pale blue dot.

Corner shop neon on your tired face,
We joke ‘bout baby names walking back from the brace.
“Call them Saturn, bruv,” you grin, “make ‘em sound wise,”
Chip shop halo in the rain, sodium stars in your eyes.

Arguments still spark like the stove won’t light,
“I’m not ready.” “Yeah, me neither.” “We’ll still be alright.”
Every soft “sorry” is a spell we cast,
Lead words melting into gold, breaking out of the past.

We’re salt, we’re smoke, we’re cheap red wine,
Trying to draw constellations with a chewed-up biro line.
Somewhere a dream is choosing us slow,
Making us gentler than we know.

Of all the things I've ever caught,
All wonders that I've ever sought,
sought to see,
sought to be.
all that could be of you and me.
How did we end up here,
not for naught,
that we orbit this pale blue dot.

Of all I've ever neen taught,
All that has me been brought,
brought to only me,
brought just to be.
all I should not get to see.
See you little shine,
just ours, just mine.
nothing else I ought,
just orbit you pale blue dot.

Oh geometry of shifting shape,
In the night when I awake.
My hand finds a belly full and round.
My ears hear her heartbeats,
sweet sound.
like that, we sleep again.

Divide And Conquer

The Devil Makes 3

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