ever kiss
i'll kiss my bleeding wrist before i ever go unheard.
i was pulling at the sheets and looking through the things that were by the side of my lamb skin bed the other night. it was dark and i as i was waking out of sleep i was hunched over looking for something.
the next night i had the same occurance, this time it was a dream of doing what i was the ngiht before. this time i was pulling at the sheets, but the sheets turning to draps and the drapes turned to the tree ouside my window, this continued until i was pulling myself into space. i pulled on the air like it was still my blanket. as i float away, i became terrified that no one would check on me to see if i was still there. i was afraid to be forgotten. i was worried that everyone would think i was still asleep. i would scream and scream until the words came out of my mouth making a factory. every word then become workes. after about ten years of the factory being in good production and no turn over rate, the factory caught fire then ran away.
then i woke up the second morning to put this on page:
it's the hard nights
when i push you away and ignore the gray on your heart.
i'll confuse your brain
i'm a factory on fire with centipede legs.
night is our day
i'm pulling at the sheets to reveal your face.
but the sheets turn to drape.
so, this continues til i'm pulling myself into space.
i float away.
i was pulling at the sheets and looking through the things that were by the side of my lamb skin bed the other night. it was dark and i as i was waking out of sleep i was hunched over looking for something.
the next night i had the same occurance, this time it was a dream of doing what i was the ngiht before. this time i was pulling at the sheets, but the sheets turning to draps and the drapes turned to the tree ouside my window, this continued until i was pulling myself into space. i pulled on the air like it was still my blanket. as i float away, i became terrified that no one would check on me to see if i was still there. i was afraid to be forgotten. i was worried that everyone would think i was still asleep. i would scream and scream until the words came out of my mouth making a factory. every word then become workes. after about ten years of the factory being in good production and no turn over rate, the factory caught fire then ran away.
then i woke up the second morning to put this on page:
it's the hard nights
when i push you away and ignore the gray on your heart.
i'll confuse your brain
i'm a factory on fire with centipede legs.
night is our day
i'm pulling at the sheets to reveal your face.
but the sheets turn to drape.
so, this continues til i'm pulling myself into space.
i float away.