upbeat, and energetic.
how much is too much?
the urge to chug
heart down't slow down now

I feel like something has changed inside
My odd new quirks won't let me hide
But what can I do to extract this?
A poison, or a cure for the masses
I could be lying, you won't know
Not until we wake up tomorrow
**** me today, and we reset
But I've told you this a thousand times
I wish we'd never met
All I have to do
is reset

Darling the closer I get to insanity the closer possibly I'm getting to the coastal shores of wherever chance causes us to migrate.
Dont ever weep uselessly, sunshine.
The sky is on your side.
I lick the raindrop drip
                                      drip
                                             dripping from the eyes of heaven
and tear my gaze down to earthy you,
all sweater-bundles of cats faces
and orange furriness
and black frames

Will this ever-increasing tic
obsession( fine fresh fierce)
end?
Oh dunedin
birds gossip nicely as the sixth pm drains away the daylight
like the holy cousin of rainwater, sliding into sewers and grasses
collecting in the corners, broadly shouldering
alight upon my flushing cheeks as I grin with content and turn open palms
fronds for photosynthesis- to the running sun
she hides behind a tree, throwing black shadow and navy skyshine to cover her tracks
easily distracted
stars mesmerize in redcloud manners with their fervent chimiing
and when the sun finally leaves i will not sleep by your side
but this is nothing new. so i eat hazelnut spread and honey on granola and milk
forget my nicotine withdrawal for the night
i'll smoke a bowl in order to eat dinner and sleep
without you

Come witness the death of a young star, crippling flares bursting from the retinas. Succumb to her madness. A deformed creature of habit - unintelligent, misguided scoundrel ravenously craving the one she can't have. ***** breathing. Sanguine drippings run down white feet - she tears the rampant emotions out from her skin. Hush! She can hear you...


Wander uselessly through the South. An old acquantance becomes your sole purpose. A waxing!
A wedding. A waning... weeping. Wanderer, you are banished back to the ice.
Learn to obey, or learn to become creative in your rebellion.
Hold your heart just close enough to smell the metallic tang, but not too close or you'll ash on it.
Breathe in little Wanderer, you have so much potantial.
Cut out the poison
Cut out the poison
Cut out the poison

Drench the wounds in Everclear
Burn away your doubts

My eyes can see nothing safe or sound in these days
Take me back to October
Take me back to my old life
I want my little nest with my mate and my young
and my potholders and my clutter
I want to sleep next to something
I want to die

Crying little children, all of you. I am just one more.

yet


every time somebody asks

whoa
*** happened to your arm, man?




I just
stammer

I don't know what to do or how to handle these feelings
Then I get an apathetic streak
I treat everything with such indifference
And then I just feel pain.

I see others constant updates on how many pills they want to take.
But I feel like this is so beyond me.
Where am I?

Take me into the closet again
beat me with your leather book of
fallacies, conflicting messages strewn across pages
of decades
by faulted scribes, spitting glossolalia
into young children

keep the food from me, I do not need it
as I am only a child of 8
a coldness clenched my hot little body
as I drew rusty nail across pale little arm
the first time, i thought myself to be a god
your Jesus took away my sinful love
for the girl at church.
I will take it away with this nail
i tear it away
as a cold rain runs over my fire
my insides scream as my emotions numb
flightless bird am I, trapped in the nest

all I wanted was anything.

I stand small in this moment
as you lie to the school nurses about my
bruise
       but in the next I am
Tallest for my struggle.
I recall every dark night
starved and worn
barred from the world, I found solace in
a rusty nail
the neighbour's dogs
the asymmetrical patterns in the carpet
the littlest flower
because that was all I could see
from my closet
window,
and that was only when I was tall enough to reach.

Chuchoter à moi
sous les étoiles.
Je n'attendrai pas
Je vais continuer.
Je vais continuer.

Ne soit pas en détresse.
Venez ici.
Dépêchez-toi, mon chéri.
Nous avons beaucoup à faire.

Darling I know you run faster
Don't give in now
Let's beat this disaster
They'll never catch us
Breathing is such a simple rhythm
Match your pace to the the beating of your heart
Do us a favor and don't look back, now
You can run faster
You can run faster
I won't go on without you
No, I can't just leave you
Get back on your feet this is no time for games
You still have strength
I can carry you
NO
Don't stop breathing!
They're close now, but we can still make it
You have so much to live for
Stop crying
What do you mean by "I'll see you again someday"
We have so much to see
I'm not going anywhere without you
I'll stay here
The end is close but please just get up
They're almost upon us
Please, we can still get away
We can-

Little waves of haze, sleep, dazed, could crash for days, i'll stay crazy, mind still hazy, been busy lately, but for you innately‏

let's break free, break sweats, get it? get me? get it, go. we grow, in between the cracks, make pacts, relax, get easy, life's breezey, teasing, pleasing, appeasing, ah‏

(i think i'm rapping)‏

Wanderer, I don't want to be the one that captures you, even sweetly, don't wanna be that one that names you Wanderer, just wanna be a thing to take into arms, slow, slow.‏

I could sing, I could do twirls off my little balcony, or I could pull you underwater, Wanderer, we could bleed into each other's stratosphere, whisper in my ear‏

Can you call? I've been dragging *** today, cuz I want you bad, so bad. Can you call? This bed is far too comfortable to be alone.‏

Can you? Wanderer. Stretching out my arms in my sunny room, got room for two. Can you? Call sometime and make my smile run to me, please run to me please run to me please to me i'll run between‏

Let me sing a song I'm writing, let me blend these notes I'm finding, wanderer. Wander here.‏

Little dazey still been hazy, got three hours to make me a lady, so **** complicated to make my face stay pretty, but I can break rulez. Shady, baby, I'm slim shady, got the hat and heels to make me a lady, pretty baby, I can't be crazy, need the paper, i'll go ****** later‏

Can you call? I've never met someone who meant so much, in such small things that tickle tendrils into heart, pulling me apart. Can you call? I've been meaning to say I'm still deciding on my fate, these next few years may be painful but they'll lead to you. I'll run to you‏

To have a sky that belongs to you
Ownership of blowing winds
Passion that thrives on fiery rains
Timid enough to tickle palm leaves, midmorning breeze
The Cat Lord reigns
The Gentle Bear croons
Fox Queen moon eyes over pounding rain and fragile dust and life in balance around and within

Perfect nestle
Triads and purples
Bass and tremble
Gentle

First of all



                               it's a god ****** roach
                               I sit in there and do things
                               my bottom area is not your playground, man


Secondly

                              the roaches here are about two inches long
                              so this one can **** right off
                              and leave me alone forever

my chest
as I come down from the vivid high
and sink back into my concrete shoes
and forget the hunger I had for
life
and anything
even food, but now
I feel the pain
return
as I recall
getting into the car
the was no space, so she let me sit
on her lap
and she doesn't let anyone hug or
touch her
I invaded her space, for a time
then she was silently
alright with me.
But she mentioned I gained weight
and how much her legs hurt
15 pounds
i wanted to cry out
i never feel this way
but the drugs have worn off
my pains have returned
my aches, my deep wounds
emotion and memories
and the little ***** who lives in my left breast and steals my energy and
                                                        sanit­y
either way
that's all i remember
and I'm never going to eat again

Be confident. Know that now is only a moment, and that if today is as bad as it gets, understand that by tomorrow, today will have ended. Be gracious. Accept each extended hand offered, to pull you back from the somewhere you cannot escape. Be diligent. Scrape the gray sky clean. Realize every dark cloud is a smoke screen meant to blind us from the truth, and the truth is whether we see them or not - the sun and moon are still there and always there is light. Be forthright. Despite your instinct to say "it's alright, I'm okay" - be honest. Say how you feel without fear or guilt, without remorse or complexity. Be lucid in your explanation, be sterling in your oppose. If you think for one second no one knows what you've been going through; be accepting of the fact that you are wrong, that the long drawn and heavy breaths of despair have at times been felt by everyone - that pain is part of the human condition and that alone makes you a legion. We hungry underdogs, we risers with dawn, we dissmisser's of odds, we blesser's of on – we will station ourselves to the calm. We will hold ourselves to the steady, be ready player one. Life is going to come at you armed with hard times and tough choices, your voice is your weapon, your thoughts ammunition – there are no free extra men, be aware that as the instant now passes, it exists now as then.
Be forgiving. Living with the burden of anger, is not living. Giving your focus to wrath will leave your entire self absent of what you need. Love and hate are beasts and the one that grows is the one you feed.

sweetness evades me, hiding in my stomach. being broke is not the worst, i guess.. until hunger shakes my bird bones - skinny not an issue, but weightlessly i drift to the keyboard back and again and with lazy eyes tracing the pattern provided over and over a few times more before
heart drench me
beating around in the brushfire
i stand on delicacy, shiver and stammer, foreshadow until you can't reply without stepping on my long skirts trailing
and i just woke up, i have no idea what i'm referring to anymore

Feet don't fail me now
Just pick up and turn around
putting pressure against the ground
twist torso with all of focused might
heart hammer against bones
Breathing back and forth, ragged
gasping and I feel stronger
when I put the pressure to the ground
shove the earth away
I'm pushing down
I'm thrusting my body
pounding the ground now; time has quickened and everything clarifies
I don't dare turn; I know you're still there; I'm aware of your presence
You are heat burning my skin when you draw near
You are chills that run thin metal fingers along my spine
You are flutters of passion that grab my wrists and pin me
You are the nicest person I've ever met
Your generosity is killing me
So I run

The wonderful thoughts: pre-memory logs of Ocean Drive and ferry rides blend with wet and warm, smell of salt, shisha and Hawthorne… and you.
Every day meshed of hours, spent with you and broken glass on my palm. Old poison re-flows through a dead brain, new love for world of woes and wonderful thoughts and I can’t handle being around you with this secret thumping in my chest like an escaped orphan and it
burns.
               Oh, how you freeze and burn in my hands.
shooting stars behind my eyes, I catch them all in the jar on my cluttered shelf.
I named my lies after you, and I’m trying once in a while to be less broken and undeveloped. Music in both ears clashing waves, weave in and out of practiced thought. Pain chills and heat breaking over cold sweats and I still want you near me even if you’re just a star I burn for in orbit. Sleep now and I wish you rise fresh. Next week might might might might be the day. Just stay around?

Washing each other, mountain dew can ash tray
Lava lamp light
dark showers

Not kissing
reminiscing
music sharing, torrents
crush my lungs
play with your bones
You feel like home

when I see the colors you carefully speak
your tongue to ink to paper to screen
to my eyes
to my heart, which knows
begging to be let out ( i caged it long ago)
running sharp nails along the dark
side of my ribs, i beg for mercy

heat in my stomach
(or lower?)
I've never been starfishing
I suppose I could have tried
but I digress. this moment i realize
falling stars are real, one has
crashed into my skin
alighting upon my shoulder
whispering in my ear
rain falling and birdsong
and the sweetness of a guitar

are never any match for the voice of a god

If I stare into the empty in front of my eyes long enough
I can see my heartbeat

If I sleep long enough
I can forget everything exists, and fade into these sheets

If I go without food long enough
I can stop feeling in my hands

What is my image?
How do you see me?

Hippie, Emo, Rocker, Tough, Strange, Metal, Hipster, Child
Am I the words you would use to describe me?

What do you see?
What am I to you?

Am I the clothes I wear?
Am I the color of my eyes?
Am I the music I listen to, or the bands I obsess over?
Am I the games I play?
Am I the knowledge I've retained?
Am I the the breath on your neck, or the softness of my lips?

How am I doing?
Do I live up to your expectations?
When you see me, what have I done to deserve your reaction?
Am I the memories we share?
Am I the photos I take?
Am I my depression?
Am I the change in my appearance?
Am I the eloquence in my step?
Am I who you thought I was when you met me?

What do I smell like?
Are my hands cold, or are your hands warm?

Am I the weight I shed when food is tasteless?
Am I the skin that pales in winter and browns nicely in sun?
Am I the socks I don't wear?
Am I somebody's ex?
Am I alone?
Am I my sexuality?
Am I the colors in my head?

Do you remember why you started to call my name, and stopped yourself?

Am I normal?
Am I out there?
Am I somebody worth your time?

Am I hungry, or is this just a passing phase too?

What visuals do I bring to mind when you think of mewhen I cross your mind?
Do I infect you with curiousity and a taste for the Earth?

Am I beautiful when my acne is red and my makeup smudged?
Am I the sounds I make in my sleep?
Am I the faces I make in the mirror when I'm alone?
Am I the texts I send when I'm too tired to think?
Am I the shape of my silhouette?

What goes through your head at 3 am on a Wednesday?
If you could stand outside of your skin, would you approve of your own visage?

Am I the song I always sing in the shower?
Am I the voice I use when I wake up in the morning?
Am I the space I occupy?
Am I my number of days I have survived?
Am I the days I have left?
Am I my mistakes, or my successes?
Am I the people I have saved?

What stands out more, my flaws or my laughter?

Am I the food I pretend to eat, then throw away?
Am I the short white scars on my arms?
Am I the person I want to be?
Am I the debt I owe?
Am I someone you think about often?
Am I the moment we shared when it was just the two of us?
Am I the secrets I keep?
Am I going to be a mother someday?

If you spent every day with me for a year, would you grow tired of me?
If you could see the world the way I do, would it change you?
If you could sit inside my mind while I think and just observe, would you judge me?

Am I the voice I use to sing when my headphones are so loud I can't hear myself?
Am I the smile I wear when I would rather drive nails through my skin?
Am I the diseases running through my body?
Am I still alive if I don't feel a heartbeat?
Am I my blood type?
Am I the effort I put into life?
Am I meant to be this way?

If I wasn't me, would I die for me?







Am I?
Are you?

I have them; people
who can't live alone
i crawl through
mud of ironic smiles
teeth yellowed by
nicotine death but
you never saw me
the way I wanted you
to, anyway, let's re
begin

I'm running
spilling blood
snail trails
slimy leftovers
my footprints
aching soles
reaching out to
mend
other aching souls
each pill a haze
each hit a day's gaze
away from this
I need to be
alone without being solitary
drown me in - no
I can do it myself.
hit me, i want this
will you promise
to keep my collar tight?

.. I'm afraid: if I breathe fresh air
what will become of my sweet staleness
sitting in heaven's refuse
i'm among such
**** sinners
my perfect brokenness
hush, i'm spinning
bring more pills, when you return.
I'm sober ( I hate this)

birds chirp in monotone and music is annoying sounds when I've things going on brain arrest. staring at the nothing beyond my closed eyes makes pictures dance like dust in sunlight, but forgive my impudence when I say that I cause sadness in many hearts... yours seems to fare better but I'm scared of everything falling into angst and apprehensiveness. I don't have the ***** to be a man. I don't have the patience to be a woman. youth presses into my skin like fresh pine needles piercing dead leaves, but I reject such lovely things when I'm braining and trying to be an adult. I'd hate to lose touch at young age, but echoes say growupgrowupgrowup

Take my bones.
Rend my flesh.
Run calloused fingertips along my smooth bare shoulder
before you
cut in deep with rusty blades
Wreck me like a *****
Internal bleeding and prolonged suffering
are far better


than my loving for another
woman

"And I feel like I'm losing my mind
Banging my head up against the wall
Staring at nothing 'cause I can't sleep at night
Can't make it stop, yeah I think too much
What do I do? Falling apart
I need a shock straight to my heart
No one would want to be in my shoes right now, oh"

the tears run freely
my sweat makes me feel hot and stuffed into my clothing
uncomfortable in my skin
the pain isn't helping
the smell of burnt skin and hair
baby nobody even wants me

Every word an enrapturing photograph
I can feel her insides pour through my psyche
the cold water hitting my warm stomach lining,
chilling my ulcers and numbing my stress

I drink far too much soda nowadays
I should be taking it in
not the sweet stuff
the purest water
by the gallon
by the
S

Fall to your knees
Let me overtake you
The feeling grows
The bitterness flows
Let it overtake you

You don't bring me peace
I'll find it on my own
You're out of luck
Out of time
I grow weary of this
I'm out of patience
You're out of time
Let me overtake you

Astral body, a different plane
It doesn't matter, you'll remember my pain
Scream, ****** and broken, and nobody will care
A taste of your own medicine is what you deserve

I will overtake you
I will learn to break you
A god no longer
Not-so-heavenly father
Trapped in your shell
You will know my hell
A scar to remember me by
A line drawn between your eyes
With my knife

You will never forget this
We will break you
Let the masses
Overtake you
So help me
Amen

but the hole in my lungs is draining
my air into the the sky, plugging
it with all this nicotine is utterly
useless. i do it often enough
to know. bleeding eyes
stare at your face, or
what i can see of it
on the screen, I
guess. will you
come for me?

take that it any way you prefer.
( i meant it in every way possible)

replay the music
i can't fall, not without a soundtrack
hands sting from skinless remarks
shuffling sideways to avoid
blatant attraction
words spilled from the side of
a half-closed mouth
that never fully closes

I would bleed for you if you asked me to
i would rather you kept me from losing everything.
we could be sheep in the fields forever
sunlight and waving golden faces, old rain
on the trees slipping down to remind the dry hands

lay with me in the grass, but don't get wet
we can do that later

And you're too tired to talk to me

"My body craves you like parched senses ride waves, deeply, sensually, like a new life, a new frame of mind. I've found a gem and into it's depths I gaze for hours. Windows aligning with mine and I'm in your panes, your frames, your lens of power. I'm free, I'm wrangled to the ground by branches, and now I'm underneath the world and I'm sinking to your bed and we're warm.
I want to be a woman, clay and you'll mold me, form as you hold me, crack when I'm dry, you'll rewet and reshape my core. Heat me and glaze my sharp corners and fill me with rising warmth and purpose
Break me and I'll be fine
My pieces will be yours "

"Woman you already are. Molded by your own hands. Inspiration gained from the world around you. A masterpiece already. Nothing i could do could ever increase your beauty. So instead i shall take the role of awed onlooker.
And somehow i never believed i would produce that effect on you. But if what you see is anything like what i see. Than ive been to the stars and seen cosmos from afar. Ive watched stars die out in brilliant arrays of color and searing heat. Ive seen new life bloom in the cold wastelands of space. And i really should thank you for making me an astronaut. "

GASPING I
fall from the bed, embarrassed I attempt
a climb
but I pull the sheets from my bed with clammy hands
that shske
and quiver
i cant see anymorew

I can do anything.
With this brain I ponder fragile realities and valuable truths.
In my heart I hold tender memories of songs and touch and visuals that only I can experience.
With my hands I've spawned magic.
With my voice I am song and laughter.
My senses allow me to sample the world around me and record and passionately enjoy everything that passes through my sphere of existence.
I am miraculous.
I am scientifically astounding.
I am one who heals with words and pictures and sounds.
I am one who loves deeply and craves life like oxygen.
My life that I lay behind me like dried flowers decorates my footprints like mosaic memories.
The life I see ahead of me is like a prism - indirectly fractally rainbows and while uncertain, wonderful.
What is this I hold in my hands?
I am breathing in this moment and I am divinely amazingly happy just to exist.
With that alone I am satisfied.
I can do anything.
Namaste~

I haven't eaten more then gas station snacks and pizza

I haven't bought apple cider vinegar so I guess I can't shower, but I just ran out yesterday

I haven't tasted food really
I haven't changed the sheets on this bed, but I vacuumed the floor

                                               Clothes coat the carpet
                                                wrappers lie
                                                 coins accumulate
                                                  sand shifts
                                                   blood rushes
                                                    smoke disintegrates
                                          I'm just holding on
                                          I dont say I'm well
                                          I try not to drink
That's going well
                                          I try not to love
Maybe I should


I think I should

How condemning,
To tell someone it's going to be alright in the end
How misleading,
To bear this ruse: that a smile is more powerful than a tear
How can you?
How can you lie to yourself and the youngest of us?
Love, ***, beauty, longevity, appeal, wealth.
Feed them a reason to be beautiful and happy and free.

I don't need a reason to be dark and brooding and terrible.
This is how I breathe:
Jagged, gasping, breath catching on a sob
This is how I cope:
Angry outbursts latching wildfire arms into song
This is how I am strong:
I cried myself to sleep last night.
I awoke with clarity.

How can you better a situation?
Leave it.

tell me you understand
pretend you can feel my pain
put yourself in my shoes
buy me food when I say I'm not even hungry
watch my face when I leave the bathroom
ask if I've eaten
care
at all

don't do any of these things
I'm giving that up for good

I'll be okay if you aren't here to hold me
I'll be just fine because my blood keeps me warm
I'll keep breathing if I can't feel your skin against mine, I promise
I'll be just fine
If you won't be mine


The world screeches to a grinding halt and my heart breaks again
Everything pulsing
Everything Pulsing
My blood throbs behind my eyes
Skewing my vision
Shaking my foundations
A scream, was that my voice?
A vibrato of pain and an all-encompassing dark shroud of guilty pain
I welcome thee

M83 and another sober night
I reach for her knife, but my hand stills. Can I stop the flow for mere moments?
A semblance of normality would cheer my little shaking soul.
I want to appear as a white beast with dark auras, not a dead thing by the wayside

Grasping my quivering hand, can you feel the hate?
Good night to my soul, I put you to sleep before I frighten you with songs of death

i don't like this website anymore
everything is deep and wonderful and precious
it reaches skinny white arms like little wires down slipping down
into my skin and tugs
invasively
I'm not crying
that's just the wind
whipping my hair about in this daylight charade
as I pretend
to dislike the feeling
suckerpunches to the stomach
oof
another to the heart


I love your poetry
but it's tearing me apart

I wish I was in Connecticut
I want to hold something close
and feel

unstable

for once i feel stable in my life
but these bricks shoes are entirely too heavy
I don't mind the feeling
of floating
the breeze may batter and abuse me
but someday my seed will root
maybe Connecticut
is fertile

We laugh and sleep and zone into our screens
someday we will do this again
my perspective can change
I'll look over your shoulder
you can kiss mine
I'll stop reading you memes you can't see

Your height is a number
I want you to surpass my idea of you

Can we get married yet?
I want to show you all the things I create
Let's create something small and full of
life
our eyes
our hearts
our bodies
we can blend

How is it I can reach out and bless everyone I touch except you

You tell me I'm enough
I'm doing well
I don't believe you

I disappointed myself again
Even if you can't see it
My bar was set higher than you set one for me
You said shoot for the moon and I shot for a Pluto that others said didn't count anyway

and the pet store doesn't open until noon
so we walk to the library
      SORRY, WE ARE CLOSED
Spend an hour in Marc's
another 30
moments in the Dollar Tree
Moon pies and orange soda
memories, swing sets, green knees
we're too old to climb trees
Spending the day outdoors
This is perfect

The beams break barriers:
sound
skin
a note, trilling out
bleeds into the dust-dancers filtering through
rays of sun heating my leg
paleness brought to surface
like some
small, vulnerable creature
a careful animal
i wander uselessly through petitions
cancerous
but aside from this.
I could find myself returning
tearing away old skin to be young again
you make me want to be
a not-so-careful
Creature

(heart failing
limbs flailing
shall i be a
finless maid?
orginal thought
we were boats
i conquered this
ocean, and you
conquered me.
now i see this:
you are the
ocean in which
i would
much prefer
to lose my lungs'
functionality)

drown me

i'll bleed from the same old wounds all the same
it was for you that i retrace old scars
it was for you
i feigned maturity
it was
you
who caused me to scream into my pillow and take all my pills
and pass out for 22 hours
and dream of you
you

Take me back and forth again
Lead through the sun and rain
Teach my heart to carry pain
Let love flood my scattering brain

Pierce the heavens with my drill
Live by accident, die by will
I accept my Self
I am all I see

I commit to my passionate drives to create
I refuse to ration my energies or give in to hate
Every day is a new episode in a movie about MY LIFE
And the most glorious characters fill me with joy

Stay with me as I shed this and that
If I share some with you, take it
I beg of you, be you

My needs are my wants, I will want what I need
I am dancing for myself as my feet and soul are free

Take me back and forth once more
A new perspective from the floor
No longer will my mind shut this door
MY HEART IS OPEN and my eyes will adore

I will be a curve in this spiral
I will be the river's flow
I will be every star in the heavens
I will be every fern below

It's so far away now, after a day like today.
This happened before, and I've not learned to remedy
Lying in wait for daybreak to come late so I break and I
fall into sheets for another moment in time
hours upon hours I'll spend in the far reaches
Will you find me there?

Can we sleep?
I want to end the day
I want to close my eyes
I want to fade away
I want you to come with me
Can we sleep?

You're talking of something, I'm sure it's intruiguing
My clothes are drying, I'm sure there's a better way
My room smells of vinegar and vanilla, believe me
I don't like this distance either, but it could change soon
I know you dread them, but I dread them for purpose
I'd love to touch your hair

Can we sleep?
I want to feel some silence
I want to close my eylids
and see what's behind them
even if darkness
Can we sleep?

I'll be the house maid if you get me drunk
We can play games
We can sleep

i FILL MY HEAD WITH MUSIC AND IMAGES AND FUNNY THOUGHTS AND i SHUT IT DOWN AND i FIRE IT UP AGAIN

I sleep and I sleep and I sleep and I sleep
and I eat
when the music dies I don't move at all
when the music dies my pistons stop firing
when the music dies, so does my ambition
my distraction
my pain is not fresh is not new is not real
my love is not fresh is not new is not real
my faith is not fresh is not new is not real
everything because they told us to
everything because they told us to
I touch myself for no other reason then to calm the waters
and sleep
I don't think I don't think I don't think
I work for food so I can keep the gears turning so I can keep dry eyes burning so I can keep lungs churning so I can dry eyes watering so I can keep these lungs filling with smoke so I can sleep so I can work so I can eat so I can work so I can buy so I can cry

my stomach shouts at me to move
I dont give a ****