limp lines resign themselves to margins. like a drunken vampire, i miss the sun. i killed this summer, now it's done. let's split and reconvene in a
bright and burning blue, stretch your arms out above me. i know that you still love me like you did. copper brown and orange red burn the words that
too busy to think. so let's sit bakc and laugh and watch the ship sink. the hull and the bow and the smokestacks disappeared and we watched it go down
see once every couple years. intrigued or unamazed. "you were so much different back in those days." and now this smile has a bitter curve. now these eyes are unenchanted. and
not fine and i'm not the one crying ... i'm dragginh you down because i'm lonely and i need you around. so smile and sleep ... and in the morning creep
deaf ears. you cry your protests and say i don't care. and you know what? i couldn't care less if you're repulsed through and through. a dead man in
Leveling, graveling, gravelly groans Exude my exhaustion, canonize all my tomes His home is afloat on a yellow black moat Of bile, hate and guile and
s full of nails, rails and pipe and glass, rotting under yellow growing grass. There's party in the woods and a dance in the city streets and a rumble
am a satellite, never getting signals right. You are a constellation. I can barely make you out tonight. The city lights are burning too bright. I cut and
'm morally antagonized. my door is locked. the shades are down. the lights are off. my movements are minimal. my sounds are inaudible. i'm dull and void
torture myself? You can't see me. Have I invented you? I'm barely breathing. You so easy to believe in. And it's so depressing, That I'm always second
, graveling, gravelly groans Exude my exhaustion, canonize all my tomes his home is afloat On a yellow black moat Of bile, hate and quile And vile