Forcing my eyes closed
I try to plunge back into dormancy
Clocking out
To dream that dream again
Squeezing the light out
With my hands
A gun,
There’s a boy without a face.
Looking over the black river
Seeming so barren, deadly.
This nightmarish scape
We go somewhere,
I can’t quite recall, but it was handsome.
I ask his name
He tells me.
       I want to die with you
He tells me.
I ask his name
I can’t quite recall, but it was handsome.
We go somewhere,
This nightmarish scape
Seeming so barren, deadly.
Looking over the black river
There’s a boy without a face.
A gun,
With my hands
Squeezing the light out
To dream that dream again
Clocking out
I try to plunge back into dormancy
Forcing my eyes closed

I’m from opening my front door, and hearing my back door slam
I’m from bleeding lips and bleeding fists
I’m from walk the other way around the block after dark
I’m from mouths running quicker than legs
I’m from hazy blue and red lights
I’m from soft pools of yellow ones
I’m from watch your back because no one else will
I’m from steel bracelets and lead pits
I’m from bitter words and sour spit
I’m from spinning records and pounding keys
I’m from jars and bottles and glasses and tubes
I’m from zipped lips and wide eyes
I’m from long, hot showers without conditioner
I’m from narrow minds and pretentious ******
I’m from weights and wait, lies and lying
I’m from thin walls and thick skulls
I’m from dull eyes and sharp tongues
I’m from do what you’re told
I’m from fires and fires and fires
I’m from pocket knife upgrades
I’m from t-shirts and mundaneness
I’m from faking smiles and screams
I’m from dreams that involve dying
I’m from fat fingers and fat books
I’m from sorry, what?
I’m from pushes down stairs and scolding words
I’m from scalding water and instant coffee, just milk
I’m from saving painkillers
I’m from we don’t want to hear it
I’m from *you never do