(067) drunken memories

drunken memories make this blanket my sad disease. love me. i know you can. follow this sequence to the end. blood-loss anemia. cataclysmic smiles behind the scenes. flicker-free. short of breath. the time is now, and i'm not impressed. wake up. wake up. you're falling asleep without my lead. i need you now, but you're not here.

circles colored in. amazing flashes all around. blinking lights inside my head. they'll all disappear when i go to bed. the dinosaurs were liquefied, but my stomach still aches from the pesticide. splintering metaphors will put an end to these silent wars. cast a stone, and you walk away. take your ego off display. remember me. you're just piece of my history.

fuck waiting in the parking lot. i'd rather be a human than your little robot. stuck shaking in the bathroom stall. i'd rather be alone than with them when i fall. and i've got nothing else on you, for it's all a big mistake... but every time you thought you knew, you'd always ask me what to do.

like a wasted endeavor, you walked onto the scene where they blackened your eyes then knocked out your teeth. and now the boat has started sinking with no one to help you out.

(066) breaking off the silence

a tracking of the angels would never stop the panic. the tainted rumors flew. and even when you stopped to look, the television strayed. symmetrical, you walked on down the line... but no one knew your name.

i saw it staring back at me. the patterned building blocks of love that tried to knock me down. breaking off the silence, she staggered over lullabies that came from up above. a turning point for certain - destabilized by fear. the letting go of family was once done but not complete. a fleeting, tempting memory became a dry leaf of remorse.

(065) once the blood runs dry

and the carnivores fled once the blood ran dry. you said you never saw it coming, and then you fled just like the rest of them.

my whole life has been leading me on to the point that it's starting to show.

(064) false hopes

for sadness is the plague of a world without certainty... an existence hollowed out by false hopes and forgotten wishes. you have no idea. you weren't one of us. it's led me to believe this was all planned out. i pity you.

torn apart at the seams forgetting who i was without forgetting who i wanted to be... noticing it's not who i want to be now. i want to be safe.