(0136) for silence

dissolve your open pupils and listen to the noise. a hundred moths were flying through the closed off terminals. we came expecting kindness, but the offer wasn't nice. the temperature was falling so we had to roll the dice.

emulate the process, trying not to fail. but it all comes down to silence, self-abuse, and selflessness. behind the camera's coughing lies brittle shards of hope. they'll erase your sole possessions, then hang you from a rope.

deadly as the blisters excreting from your spine as my happiness is plagued by this sudden waste of time. it's too bad your wings are broken. it's too bad you can't recall. but i've been writing all of my secrets on invisible walls.