Tear it to shreds little man,
This is all you have left to do.
All other empathic direction taken and blinded like lockjaw,
taken and railed into The rusted side of a wall radiator.
Of course the floors creek,
Of course the walls tear up like paper
Nerves, exploding,to the eye to eye feeling,
The missing aperture,
Four tracks laid down have grown into nails by a stretch of ability;
And a second sun in glasses to tie it all up in.
If you couldn't breathe you would flail around just the same way.
Degrade truth
as all hope-full people should do.

In thought you can lift the poor cheated girl above your head,
The flower strains toward your grey iris and it implies a silhouette
Of blue wayward passion,
Of the luke warm pool of it in you,
Your reflection is broken as it has ever been,
But implies the existence of its once intact face
The feeling of your taught whimper gone limp
As the very blink of feeling out from last breath
Has no end, has no faith, as light is only a blanket
And shadow its shivering body,
In finding strength to hold you up
I find the talent to beat you down
And afterwords we will continue,
To tear our lungs apart.

You can't say
You won't talk or have to
There is nothing to say
Like a chord dissociative
Or like a re-breathe
Saying alot
The joke of misinterpretation
Like an algae pond
Or of the stagnant canal
In which parasite life laughs
Homemade masks are in a parallel
It's like shingles escaping the roof in a storm
And it vibrates from the sky to your stomach
It's like you don't want to say,
When you don't have to

A red cloud
Blew a gasket
Through the wall
Hot steam
Cleansed furniture, floors
But the freeze outside
Made the windows
Constrict and shatter
And a red cloud was empty
Another is full
They drift
Through peaks
And disperse
To the ground
In pieces