(0207) staring you in the eye

calling all corpses, singular thought. breaking off the confrontations that couldn't be bought. walking on eggshells, blanket of shards. you're passing out the propaganda while i'm crashing my car. skipped out on progress, building up debt. you're stuck without an inclination and covered in sweat. your ration differs from one moment to the next. it's hard to tell what is said in what context. shutting off every single valve, the pulsing sacrifice of killing someone else.

a graveyard in the future. if we would have known, we'd shoot her. and in the stall, they amputate only the needed limbs. so glad you had an answer. there's nothing left but cancer. the virus multiplies and feeds only on the living cells.

i had a decade's worth of their intoxicating songs, i strayed from poison apples just to have a second taste. felt the bottom in minutes. in an hour, i finished everything that was given - black tongue and all. crumbling skin burns away, empty heart on display. made of stone, you stand alone, giving everyone around you reason to leave. ancient soul, walked-on bones, all these fears disappear.

flavored addiction, victim of self. you flagged it unknown with your foot in your mouth, a silent demand that you kept in your head because they cancelled their warnings as soon as you fled. in shadows, we keep up with all that is late. an intended alarm to scare up your kind. they bite at the chance, and even though they are blind, they witness the trade, and they're gone just in time. so stand up because the end is near. time is just a blanket you're wrapped up in. calculate your density and soon you'll have the answers to everything. tell me what you need. say that you need me. tomorrow, we die.

(0206) missing person

there shines a light. it’s calm under the surface till it settles. dream of black skies that go on for forever till there’s nothing. we’re pulling up our bodies. we’re going under. we’re falling off our comets. we bleed so easy. softly spoken, there is no time for you or your anger. marked off the map while a piece of truth remains - lost between us. the things we never noticed come back to haunt us. the things we never forget; black hole falls through. we’re pulling up our bodies. we’re going under. we’re falling off our comets. we bleed so easy.

he shakes his head and goes back the way he came. it’s much too late now to apologize. he scatters his brain as much as possible. it’s easy to deal with the pain that way. he goes on to the next one. (all that’s left is gone.) a sudden rush of blood is traced back to the plague that’s broken me. my teardrops on the paper. a book i still want to read, i closed it all too soon. now, he is fading fast.

don’t tell me your false dreams. i planned on seeking solace in a place that never existed. and now, all that’s left is my confession. i shed skin too fast and stayed under the covers. intersectional bliss. but more like hit & miss. parked cars going nowhere. at least no money is spent on pumping gas. just cigarettes for the tasting and cough drops on your tongue so you can sleep. if i shovel your sidewalk, will you come back for me? if i made enough payments, will you start to believe? if i heard the sound of satan beckoning me, would you pray to your deities? do you really think it could put me at peace?

summer is waiting to pull us closer. a deafening silence will be overcome. see past your own shadows and you’ll know what i mean. you’ll know what i see.

(0205) dead and alive

black nail inserted in the back room. we all come over to impart. the skulls were kept inside the basement. oh how quickly, they start to claw. swollen ankle swallowed whole for you. a taste of what was ate. impassive only to the memory; a mistake that had no heart. and with the angels falling out of view, pretending nothing’s old and nothing’s new, i’ll never have what was never mine. oh, how i wish that i had more time.

every time i come here, nothing seems to change. you ignore and walk away while the blood just forms a pool. with every reaction leading us further from the place stuck under an eyelid and replenished at the base. it seems like nicotine is barely breaking loose from the amputated sense of impending false alarms. i cannot break this down more. it’s already breaking me. political reactionist drowning in a sea of bricks. where do you go from here now? when will you level out? playing the dead for their worth, you won’t go very far. i will starve on my own. i will lay down my bones.

random revelation pouring from this sore. going blind, and i’ll never even see my corpse.