Im standing at a distance
this balcony feels like it could break
and I just might fall

last night I drove with dead people
Im surrounded by them through out so much of my day
their words flow through air
no, but they dont flow
through life
meaningless
they are so meaningless

but everyone is suppose to have a reason

the dead are everywhere
even when Im alone
parts of me fall
like dead skin
they are rotting on my collar bone
I rub them off


the dead sing to the world
and the world
it listens
and they dance
to the music

the meaningless music of the dead
the bleach blonde
and the brunette

are we written on the lips of that
manipulated venom seeping into your mind
those who see
see the crime


and then love
where does that go
ask the dead
maybe they will know