(071) a clear and sudden deception

of putrid smell and blasphemous imagery, they were marked with the scorn of the suffering who froze without defiance under that toxic sun.

the seeds planted here should never have been noticed.

(070) when glass shatters

tears on the ground... you said you never knew.

errors in the sound, but i want to listen anyway.

we flickered on and off like lightning bugs that night. six in a row, and all i felt was a longing for something i couldn't have. all the televisions have since been thrown out, and the pictures have been left to collect dust. but lately, i've felt jealous because i lost my place and my urgent state of mind. when glass shatters, all you're left with are pieces that you can't put back together.

(069) bad dreams and paranoia

miles of cryptic words scattered through flash floods of remorse. cranial hanging intent went slipping past. you cling to the silhouettes, but i've tracked the disease to its origin and siphoned the trademark of shame.

there were black leaves, pterodactyls, and mangled bodies floating weightless in the water.

leprosy left its marks on you as you staggered through the darkness of guilt. you claimed you never knew, but you were just afraid that the strings might break. reconciliation looked bleak. scribbles of poetry no one could ever hope to read or even see.

it all led to bad dreams and paranoia so we just lost hope in a better future, and the blinking lights all burned out.

(068) returning your serve

death was her one last wish until the sun decided to wake her up. tennis courts break in half, and now i'm having trouble returning your serve. even this blanket is cold, and i've got the hands to match... but you're still in the deck being shuffled through.