bleached bones

[bluetortoise]

i sat down at the tube with you
sugary sweets and those violent streams
of light and audio; i'm clawing at the walls

i believe you this time
let me leave you this time

quiet and reserved on a train
ride away in a book
and i know i will overlook; see my ghosts in ever nook

i believe you this time
let me leave you this time

ooooooooo oooooooo ah ahhhhhhh...X4

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oh why do you look so good -
tangled in those rubbery arms?
i know where the mark hides

you can rest up in the strings
one by one with a flutter of the lid
the moon is blood and dripping