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watch everything wash by the sea

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from far above you scream down below

shadows in your eyes slunk deep in the bone

your rodiron lungs won't leave you alone

your chest is steel and your tongue is brass

gasoline not blood through your heart fast fast fast

dressed to impress or maybe to kill

mind races on while your body stays still

under the sheets your pale limbs fade

the pressure increases day after day.

your shrieks fill the air cut short by the bombs

no more laughter now all of it gone

there's no reason no rhyme no excuse for you now

put the gun in your mouth squeeze the trigger, pow.

no thoughts for the others, what you leave behind

a mess and a mass of broken tangled lines

your hands in mine and the games that we played

you threw it behind when you should have just stayed.

And in my breath I whisper
what do I need to change
so low it's inaudible to my own ears
Then I kiss the tips of your fingers
linger and walk away
You'll never know what I said
And I'll always try and forget it

Closer closer
so close
it's coming
closer
I can almost
but I can't
it's close
closer closer
I feel it
I can barely
but it's close
so close now
closer closer
it's closer closer

Full bottom lip, bit
red to perfection
the world is a screen,
a bright television.

Eyes glazed and stoned
you fall on your ass
too goddamn tired
to deal with the trash.

Your life is a ship,
inebriation the wheel,
drunk driving again
last attempt to feel.

Because I no longer remember how to be poetic.

Melancholy dreams that
lit up in her mouth
and burned all the way down in
an alcoholic inferno.

Fireflies replace the air in her
lungs; she coughs them up between breaths
with alarming regularity
and in the cold air the sparks fizz out;

silent shrieks met with
laughter and taunts and self
deprication, and fears that bubble
in through her ears and out in hiccups of light.

(By the way, I am
terrified that you love
Drugs more than you love
me.)

Love? Love is
empty houses and shattered plates
cuttlery hilt deep in the walls bleeding
ruined paper.
Love is eyes snapping open at
three in the morning the gooseflesh
crawling up your arms as the
blanket shrinks. Love is
a cold Sunday morning with
empty cabinents a bleeding
wallet. Love is
the pangs pulling your flesh tight across
your stomach, love is
the inability to swallow a single
word as your body rejects it spits it back
at the speaker like bile
it echoes hollowly, love is love is. Love is
an extended blade against your neck bleeding
the imminent threat, you fear the
possibility not the situation, love is
walking through an alley late at night
love is creeping shadows love is
claws stretching for your ankle love
is love is love is.
I love you baby your eyes are Empty the
words echo
hollowly, love is love is.

Can you
even explain yourself to yourself
in coherent words
Can you cry
Can you sigh
Can you really or can't you
As you sit by yourself
on a bench in the dark

Utterly useless
passerbyer
on my good side
quick to decide
if it's worth your time

Do you laugh
Can you laugh
If the sounds was appealing
in your chest
take a breath
it's all going too fast
Do you breathe
if you could
would you choose to still sit here
all alone
on the stone
paved stepping stone path

Utterly useless
passerbyer
on my good side
quick to decide
if it's worth your time

Look at me
With one glance and you've made
a laugh or a sigh
saw you mumble or cry

Utterly useless
passerbyer
on my good side
quick to decide
if it's worth your time