if a bomb fell on our house,
if a meteor burned our city
no one would see the hickey
you left on my neck

-death by sky screaming

Pure?
To when you were nothing?
To when you were a single cell?
Because I can feel every cell dividing, and God ****** it stings.
It stings
every part of me.

This dark roast isn't as dark as I
Remember
I suppose I have found darker things since
Then

When do wishes become weeds?
When the roots are rotten.

Your skin has holes in it
to breathe
So really they can't help that they get in,
they can't help that they get in
Your skin has holes in it to breathe
You picked at some and made them
bigger
They picked at some and made them bigger
and because life is how life is, Most of you
and most of them
learned that if you try to fix them you will
Suffocate

Soft grunts of morning love
Anchoring down the blankets
Rolling over begging you
Pet my belly

Tonight my mind is a crucible
my thoughts are calling for a witch hunt
and it might look like I'm dancing with the devil
but it's just Logic