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(Three)

I just want to sit here in the dark

and not think about flying

or anything, for that matter

 

Was this stretched tight enough

Or should I keep screeching on

 

I’m bloodied from the hands down,

A ****** form of a man that’s seen the dawn

 

Nothing shapes the comets around the stars like he did.

They can’t name it, what is this problem

 

He has

 

No way of letting anything out again

Only objective lies and

The forever crooked spine that takes

A smack in the face from this saying

“I’m above, I’m above...”

 

No cares

 

Left in the world -

Is a burnt star stuck on the right side

Leaning, lying, letting, the likes of this

get in your way

 

Or ours if,

in that one chance in hell

the star would let us through

I know,

It’s a shame that we’ve only just begun

to scratch the surface of the skin enough to see

What’s underneath the filth

Let us breath

 

Underneath

No need

What a place to be

 

Now

 

Now

 

What a place to be

No need

Underneath

 

Let us breath

What’s underneath the filth

It’s a shame that we’ve only just begun

to scratch the surface of the skin enough to see, I know

 

the star would let us through

in that one chance in hell

Or ours if,

 

I was leaning, lying or letting the likes of this

get in your way,

Is a burnt star stuck on the right side

The only thing left in the world

 

No cares

 

“I’m above, I’m above...”

A smack in the face from this saying

The forever crooked spine that takes

Only objective lies and

No way of letting anything out again

 

What he has

 

They can’t name it, what is this problem

Nothing shapes the comets around the stars like he did.

 

A ****** form of a man that’s seen the dawn

I’m bloodied from the hands down

 

Should I keep screeching on

Or was this stretched tight enough

 

I just want to sit here in the dark

and not think about flying

or anything, for that matter...

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andrew-mcelroy
30 / M / Australian
Published
Dec 19, 2018
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