(0145) roadkill & wasted souls

your eyes burn of fire, but no one else really notices.

invested in the absence of your enlightenment; a pattern of kindness awaits. my hands react with somnolence, encroaching on your walls... i follow the path straight to dead. i emptied out the garbage and peeled off my skin. the tempting of innocence still remains. there's nothing in your pockets i haven't seen before, and someone's empty heart has caused these words to be ignored.

falling and crawling back to the start. we all let distraction tear our souls apart. breathing and feeling the threads of your spine. coughed up; recycled; dirty works of art... tested and inspected the cameras in your mind.