i cling back to dark lines

scribbled on the walls

of the downtown alleys

amidst all the spray paint

colouring the blind ends

in unknown patterns

and anonymous names

what if it all melts down

to a mere existence

of you, you and you

and a little part of me

as the rest of me is nothin'

but you, you and you

doodled on my fragile skin

what if all this spray paint

makes love with the walls

all hidden in the shadows

when darkness dawns

in the arms of tonight

holdin' this utter gloom

and its undulant motion

what if this consummation

is blessed by neon lights

blinking drunkenly

above the neighborhood

enveloped in the low kiss

of heavenly euphoria

trickling down your lips

what if i get to see it all

despite the sweet influence

of heroin rollin' in my veins

and get to watch the mess

swept away by the breeze

on the rooftop, to embrace

this love of neon and dark

but what if this taste of drugs

that's made me an addict

is available in heaven

and has nothing to do

with the corridors of hell

and what if only heaven has

these neon blinking boards?