Distorted Shadows (still unfinished) by Artie Shoot

The afterglow of disco-lights
Still flickers through my brain
As we are going home
With all this liquor in our veins

The ringing in my ears
Cuts through the muted, muffled town
Street-lights reduce the both of us
To one distorted shadow on the ground

We are walking hand in hand
At slightly different speeds
Jumping, skipping, trying to find
A rhythm we could keep

I inhale but stop myself
From filling cold, dead air
With all this rotten emptiness
I´m too polite to share

We have our fingers
In each others wounds
Afraid we bleed to death
Once we pull them out