(0200) fell apart

sunday morning without a warning. karma not my strongest suit certainly, but if you would only listen to me for once, this would all go away. the conformity kills. slightly shattered. somewhere you'll never find it while the closer you look, the further it falls away. just a little time. the cure of life. go ahead and keep reading a book. drag my corpse until sundown. someone else'll take care of it. toenails stuck inside of my shoes. third-degree burns will mark my face. take me out of the bag. stutters out words without a purpose. stutters out words with the favor of none. vacating nonsense just to hold my own in this world. i'm lost in the sound, turning cold on the ground from a bullet in my neck. you blame yourself for your own necessity. so soon i find your remains in my basement. can't hardly think of what i need to say. take a drink of my own reactions just to lead myself away. preconvalescence. we have no doubts. we are rebuildings our buildings; leaving nothing out. we stand alone on top of fences. to help the others, we dig more trenches. not coming down ever again. a blood transfusion. i come to grips. nothing to notice.