Mar 04, 2007 23:56
their mouths vibrate and eyes blackout
souls in union with the lengthy fame of process
the violet interior is visible through loss
and i'm wholly insecure, with no prevailing progress
-like two months ago
entirely inviguous to the
butane switch
i knew what they did to you
the seconds you missed
sicker than the meds. i knew how far they'd take me
but without my isole gas
the key to my compression
the preacher archs his back
as if they're gonna listen
i rip the vital shred
cause they're what God is missin'
- around january 5th-