slain
This is how today feels:
Stale cigarettes, rotten booze, gangrene eyes and swollen hangnails.
Homicide, rancid milk, blunt knives and shadow stabbing.
I keep thinking about all of the things we did, all of the things we will never do again and it makes me feel like burning, like telling you about everything that has ever crossed my mind about what we were, who we became, who we won’t ever be because life has stopped us dead in our tracks.
(We’re the road kill people pass on the highway.)
Your hands feel like chalk. My heart feels like an empty tomb. Your words feel the way your mouth tastes: the essence of the past, things that have already been consumed, fragments of every moment we’ve ever spent looking for something we didn’t need.
I keep having this dream where we both get skinned alive.
All I can see is her name all over you.
All you can see is his name all over me.
All we can see is the gap that stands between us.
We’ll never make that leap.
I don’t know how to finish this because I don’t know how it ends. I won’t know until you turn your back for the last time, until I get back to the point where your face meant nothing, until we play hangman and run out of letters, until we turn into Greek myths and Roman gods, until we are both fact and fiction, until there’s nothing
left
of
us.
Alright, you got me - I’m the dragon.
So slay me.
Maybe then I’ll start to live.
Stale cigarettes, rotten booze, gangrene eyes and swollen hangnails.
Homicide, rancid milk, blunt knives and shadow stabbing.
I keep thinking about all of the things we did, all of the things we will never do again and it makes me feel like burning, like telling you about everything that has ever crossed my mind about what we were, who we became, who we won’t ever be because life has stopped us dead in our tracks.
(We’re the road kill people pass on the highway.)
Your hands feel like chalk. My heart feels like an empty tomb. Your words feel the way your mouth tastes: the essence of the past, things that have already been consumed, fragments of every moment we’ve ever spent looking for something we didn’t need.
I keep having this dream where we both get skinned alive.
All I can see is her name all over you.
All you can see is his name all over me.
All we can see is the gap that stands between us.
We’ll never make that leap.
I don’t know how to finish this because I don’t know how it ends. I won’t know until you turn your back for the last time, until I get back to the point where your face meant nothing, until we play hangman and run out of letters, until we turn into Greek myths and Roman gods, until we are both fact and fiction, until there’s nothing
left
of
us.
Alright, you got me - I’m the dragon.
So slay me.
Maybe then I’ll start to live.