An Attempt At A Life

Sep 09, 2009 22:06

For shit these words will be revived
i soak all my fortunes in oil
Black lace and table tops
sing, you fucker, sing
and with the spreading of babies wings
i regress, i regress

Worthless
the phrase has been coined
the logic has been revealed
i give you the blood and the guts
that have been softly soaking through my walls
for you, i witness

My love, my folly
to the brim i am filled
and now we spin, and now i let lose

call me after midnight
radioactive teeth and hair
gore all along side my bedroom door
we fucked and we fucked i fucked this all up
and with a gentle knocking
i am released

Ive kept my eyes in a box

For all the stars above
i cannot take my hand off the trigger
and if i collapse now
you know this has all ended

Ive kept my eyes in a box

poetry, 2009

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