lanterns in a state of decay

lanterns in a state of decay

keep crowing, oh, I came back wrong

Saying "I just want to be one of you" to the crows deliberating. And the ravens always know so much more. I've never been fully in my mind but I'm used to curling up inside yours. Is the music the only damn thing that keeps you calm? I keep crowing, oh, I came back wrong. There's a death in every little road trip taken, I am Theseus' ship on public transportation. I could suspend us all in time, with the power of the words I can't find, baby bird still can't fly. Every moment like the one right before hitting pavement. Only feel alive when your lungs seize, death rattle of a rattlesnake exhaling, breathing out for the last time. Clawing at ribcages to get to beating hearts. Find another frame for my picture, I just wanna fill up the wall. Too big for my body, and my everything hits capacity. Trapped and wrapped in ribs too shown. Turn a trick just as a sleight of hand, so so insecure. We could make it, could try, not your body's chance in heaven. Crashing down and killing clouds. Your fall from grace won't look so pretty.

sleep is an animal

Let all my ugly colors wander, in faster lanes from my soul. I'm begging to put the free in freeway. Let me be reckless, recklessly pushing my boundaries. I should probably get tested lest I keep testing your patience. Island out of concrete. Nothing good starts with screaming in a car. I don't want pity but I do like concern. The window's a world. Second chances never matter if you've got no stakes. I've got headaches but they couldn't touch chernobyl. "The only thing I haven't done yet is God" I was about to take some drastic measures and commit some drastic actions. I am a robot, watch me bleed. Hugs as band-aids on bullet wounds. Sleep is an animal, hunting you down. I can eat glass, it will not hurt me. Take me into your house and home. That night the stars found a little one to call their own. This will not heal the hole in my heart, drying up the ink dark poison with the tip of a pen. Shrapnel will always find its target eventually, and you will not leave unscathed.

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