(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.