sempi2eternal

I'm just a monster with ideas, bleeding ink out on the page. Something so quiet, so desperate, tell me you don't think that way. I've got eyes tuned to illusions and an empty in my soul. A ragged, beating, pitiful thing, words can make an exit hole. We know better than to take what we deserve. Stars don't shimmer but the bottles do. You and me, 2 for 2. I don't remember galaxies, light pollution, big city. Get this gore out of my chest, flush the wound with reassurance. Lungs don't collapse like black holes do, not as long as you get consoled. I'm a stardust immigrant, but I've never been home. Born to nothing, dying to love. I look up to the stars but only see airplanes. Nebulae beings at our centers. Cradled in dark matter, and in the dark it doesn't matter. You and me put the sempi to eternal.

baby gators in the gutter

Audio, Disco, Inferno. Crystals rain like disco balls, shards between the fingers and soul. Skip the record player, skip and play the record. Go on take a breather, breather, focus off the chords. Stay chill like Benadryl. Baby gators (we are) born in the gutter, translucent. I can eat glass, it will not hurt me. Take me into your house and home. I can swallow shards of sorrow, it's words that splinter deep in bone.

flame-light wisps are killing trees

Doomed our lovers to the shadows at our feet. Just a ghost in my house. A patch-work case, I'm patch-working on it. An off-balance duet, don't mind my two left feet. Looking through windows. Daylight casts a shadow. I'm bad at both the waking, and the sleeping, headspace home. Come and bear these fangs and we'll unleash them, tear tracks red. This is not the language I speak, no not by design. Every day starts a new season, but baby I'm still on the last episode (season finale). Summer at night, morning in winter, eclipse like collision across the sky. Blame all the fires for their nature, it's human nature. Watching forest, exhaling leaves. I'm honest, but my flame-light wisps are killing trees.