Lying On The Floor, Toxic Fumes Inhaled, Doors Closed
lying on the floor, toxic fumes inhaled, doors closed
how'd you get here, what's the matter
you know the atom bomb’s around the corner
ah, I was just checking the cars
and that everything belonged
so nice, so calm
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journey out
Into a new place
play it nice, learn psychology
Feel like what you used to be
someone restless and exotic
try unique styles
try to untie my life
Jog around the circle of a fountain
pretend like you aren’t watching
who am I absolving
where should I go from here
She is a glowing beauty, pink glass petals crack and refract aspects of different potentialities, an endless intermingling of what if realities reflected in a shimmering crystal flower in a jar in a fairytale that I tell myself.
-2023
spent time walking
watching
memories drive by
What runs once used to be slow
the bad things used to feel good
i sit in wonder
you you you you you you
I I I I wonder
how deep I will go
far and blue tonight
this night falls victim to be the witness
to you you you you
and I I I I
I am constricted, I am constricted
by you you you you,
to you I'm addicted, to you I'm addicted
to you, yes, to you
-s's.
today I am mourning for what's yet to come, deep in the afterparty of death
Black, tarred, the walls eat everything up
grim appetite for the full dark night
-s's.
everything I catch
is a relic of my past
leaving things alone
until they rot and turn to stone;
in another memory they'll go
-s's.
if I reach for you will I finally know what you’re about? interstellar dust is all you are, why do you act like something else?
-s's.
the cartoons and the movies have no wide-eyed gazes to look back at them. no light of day to shine across the dusty screen. abandoned life, abandoned dreams. left lonely and hidden beyond care. what does it all mean. in this ghost town.
-s's.
do I look like summer to you?
do I look like something to prove?
I don’t look like summer anymore
I fell,
you score
-s’s.
living isn't all that's on my mind sweet petunia brisk and gentle skies living is a sin like blue sunrise maybe I can bloom and let you decide let you divide into whatever you want and let you outlive the darkest part
-s's.
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