You heard how I breathe when I sleep
or how I did those odd little moan noises
it was funny. I just laughed. At how we laughed.
Sad. Now I’m sad over how we laughed.
A neptuniun fury. Name it a curtain call
The brim of the acrylic cloth that buried shadows in our love
hallow in the squeaky bed bolted in with rusty lugs
lunging forth to start the sunup, under covers dried with passion
in our eyes their lies a passive, sane, perhaps a way, cause absence
makes my heart grow odder.
struck gold. pick axe made out of my own bone.
marrow that you’d swallow, diamond in the rough. drone
piling up. glow in the dark. we’d pair up together so close to heart
if we were of other genus from the start the geniuses on Noah’s arc couldn’t have us thrown apart.
Feel the vectors into orbit, melting into fiscal porn
Each waking moment. Exists to mourn the pensive rigor mortis
And I hate myself so much every. single. morning.
Its like clockwork. Lonesome. Staring in the mirror.
See a monster. Bones drugged. Mainly see the errors.
Home drunk. Sloppy. With a motor function failure
Open palm my soul in one. The shodokans prepared
Im off the bat. Im off the case. Im solely here to reap
A wad of air I waste. So oddly placed you forget to even breathe.
You wake up in your sleep. Catch your breath, and then youre weak
Wake to a dim reality that youre never truly buzzed
Whole life I never felt hungover.
Till I was happy once, then got drunk, so THEN I felt hungover
Like ignorance was bliss, sort of an ignorance to drugs
To duly know that without or with that my life just really sucked
Like ive been wasted the entire time, while I was fucking sober
Bring the jester in, and clamor while I become a fucking stoner.
Unbelievable. The whole time I was fooled into misnomer.
Eat and see, consume and teach then touch just like conformist.
You arent watching a trainn wreck this is not a pure performance.
This is unadulterated steroids being pumped into my assortment
Lie inside apartment. Learing at the star scape.
See your jaw to constellate. Im so pleased to see your star face.
Everything I wrote, always had someone in mind.
Overcoat. And overwhelmed. Now dear no one resigns
Cause in this world? Your worlds restricted.
When curtains shine through blackness. We play and then we’re victim
Every person out to get us.
every person tries compassion?
It’s more than mere prediction. There the serpent lies unchallenged
But you whirl and try to damage. Cause you’re weak and your worlds afflicted.
But to no concern to you, that serpent turns into a worser type of dragon
You’re hurt. Your mind abandons. No service. Wires. Synapses
The sadness morphs to scene addiction. Your journeys right of passage
Feel worthless. I have had it. And addiction turns to habit.
Fervid. Decline to comment. You persons can’t certainly try to fathom!
what’s become or what’s to come. but you can read it in description
the words are tiny, and they’re captioned. then you hurl up your prescriptions.
It’s tightly woven. Mixture of ambition. Has slowly earned it’s actions.
Artist dies with his work, and this model just burns inside the pageant
It’s of worth, and it’s off-course. The piercing pains pans in. AND I want more
Of course what’s written inside the diction, are more than I could manage
It’s the purpose. And these conditions. Are perfect. my mind is madness.
And remember, you can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness.