I want to hang art in the vaulted ceilings of your chest
Appreciate the space like
footstep
echo
silence
Hang paintings of ugly beauty from the knives still stuck in your back
That was what all this pain has been meant for
To hang art from
Newspaper clippings of suicides still walking into heaven
Their faces finally happy
Maybe one is waiting for you
Jackson ******* rugburn that taught you forgiveness
Hyper realistic pencil drawings of people you wish you could forget
Featherless doves in cages with the latches open,
offering their freedom to you a feather at a time
Sickly psalms coating the walls like wet silk
Like paper papermachet prayer
Like a piniata
Take a baseball bat to it
Lose your breath like a hallelujah
There is so much beauty inside of you
Every ugly moment
molded
I want to hang art in the vaulted ceiling of your chest
Get lost in the museum behind your *******
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 2:12 AM UTC
I want to hang art in the vaulted ceilings of your chest
Appreciate the space like
footstep
echo
silence
Hang paintings of ugly beauty from the knives still stuck in your back
That was what all this pain has been meant for
To hang art from
Newspaper clippings of suicides still walking into heaven
Their faces finally happy
Maybe one is waiting for you
Jackson ******* rugburn that taught you forgiveness
Hyper realistic pencil drawings of people you wish you could forget
Featherless doves in cages with the latches open,
offering their freedom to you a feather at a time
Sickly psalms coating the walls like wet silk
Like paper papermachet prayer
Like a piniata
Take a baseball bat to it
Lose your breath like a hallelujah
There is so much beauty inside of you
Every ugly moment
molded
I want to hang art in the vaulted ceiling of your chest
Get lost in the museum behind your *******
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