Remove a bullet from my head. extracting over confidence. hidden so easy to pretend. too bad the rush was found again. . i can see the pictures on the floor.
Who would know all the reasons you're alone. If the seeds were planted firm my dear. Wouldn't the branches tear it all apart. . I'll tell you a secret.
We are ready for the siege. We are armed up to the teeth. Be careful how you live and breathe. Release what's broken underneath. . How many times do you want to die.
I'm marching through the branches in a fit of wanderlust. To see you in a black hole reaching out for something just. Silhouettes of neighbors dancing in disgust.
The fuzz in my head grows. it's already so low. the fuzz in my head stands. it's already all too clear. . so much for losing track of time. . can cope with a white noise.
I feel your head exploding. And now I hear you mourning. For a world of never knowing. To nights of stepping out of line. With the wild kind. . I see your body glowing.
This tapedeck you brought is physically smoldering. A road catalog of history frozen. These voices you call a bitter sweet morning. It must mean so much, this forgotten touch.
Remember when you were the hunted. Remember how I swallowed you in. Remember the rewards shimmering on the floor. Off the plastic chandelier. Remember when I saw you in orbit.
There's a vulture perching right offscreen. And It's bitter and whispers chaotic things. And it reached in quick aint it worrying. It's so easy to see everyone can agree stop listening.
Little lights. Are over exposing the highlight. Marks on the floor. When aligned right. Lead to the door of a place that. Seemed somewhat exposed till now.
Do you think I'm sort of alive. Should I set these motives aside. Do I feel well sort of benign. When you walk your body through mine. . What's keeping my tongue tied.
Where it starts. And where it ends. Is here in my bedroom. . Chatter from vents. Is the only thing seeping through. . I see spiders defend. The same space I'm living in.
What can we do. To make this worse. Where can we lay down. A blanket of fallen leaves. Too thin to sweep. . Scatter dry heaves. My stomach's churning.
So you. Can't hold. A star. In your. Hand though. At least you can. Hold on. To another plan. . Rusted wheel. Planted still. . I can. Tell it's. Summer.
I can't believe it. You of all things. It's been a while. Memories teem. Some kind of ending. Lingering. In my tresedo. Internally. Ribbons and Detours mean nothing to me.
Here, on the summit we cry. Tears down the mountain side. Waves, crashing over the roads. And down to bury our home. Enough to bury our home. Then, as the years flew by.
I like friends and I like strangers. Carved out forms of steamy nature. Coming on strong but soon or later. A curtain calls on misbehavior. . When you seal it away and you're on your own.
Time is never worth my time. Moonshine bleeds into my eye. I still sleep on the right side. But the white noise can't leave the scene behind. . Could I be anything you want me to be.
When the wind, behind our eyes swell. Starring down all, who generalize well. A chemical change of the spirit. Will be the exchange for our visit. . Putting more makeup on the masks that we wear.
Forgive me, forgive me. If I seem alarmed. I had emotion in this moment. No harm's done. . You see, I read through a million. Words that I have wrote.