...Cotton Paul

[sadpenguin]

Grab my veins like thread
And the rest is all on you
What will you make today dear?
Art? Fury? Or is this just a fix-it job tonight?
Can i rearrange myself?
Is it safe to whisper your name?

I am free, yet i hate the freedom that i have
I want to be buried and used
I miss being buried and used.
And i can save it all up
The tile, the blood.
We can beat each other senseless

All i can find in my pocket is visions of you
My future
My friends
My dreams
and My seams

This all went down the wrong way and the skyline looks so broken
Milkish ash pours from the smallest of clouds
I still have not left my bed
I have yet to explore my globe
I have yet to want.