.
amidst the black and blue of
this deviant twilight i see
the canyons on my hand are deep
next to the smoothness of your face
a series of spirals and peaks that
sway and beckon and beckon and sway
behind your hazel eye there is
a place void of Future
tucked deep underneath sluggish
innocent blinks, invoked
especially for me
and i sit here alone underneath it all in
a pile of blood and carbon
and i breathe them in
by myself
inevitable stains have grown right
where your mouth should be
like a long awaited drag or perhaps like
our religion
and the shaded peaks in a distant forest
call too loudly for me now
and it has me
and i feel both this entrance and an exit
consuming my chest and my toes and
it has me and i fear
it has me thinking
and i fear i am gone
i wanted to believe so badly
it would be you
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 2:37 AM UTC
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amidst the black and blue of
this deviant twilight i see
the canyons on my hand are deep
next to the smoothness of your face
a series of spirals and peaks that
sway and beckon and beckon and sway
behind your hazel eye there is
a place void of Future
tucked deep underneath sluggish
innocent blinks, invoked
especially for me
and i sit here alone underneath it all in
a pile of blood and carbon
and i breathe them in
by myself
inevitable stains have grown right
where your mouth should be
like a long awaited drag or perhaps like
our religion
and the shaded peaks in a distant forest
call too loudly for me now
and it has me
and i feel both this entrance and an exit
consuming my chest and my toes and
it has me and i fear
it has me thinking
and i fear i am gone
i wanted to believe so badly
it would be you
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