A Very Happy Un-BirthdayI would describe it as an irrational terror It creeps up - suffocates Are you breathing? No? Good. This is how it works The sweating and the chills, all part of coming down Or were we going up? Plato knows nothing of the shadows on my walls Dancing their same old dance He knows nothing if how they whisper “we are mundanity, here to save you from madness” But perhaps (and only perhaps) This is not madness at all We’re quite sure of ourselves Mistaking fullness for foolishness And pride for innocence Feet that touch beneath the sheetsA Very Happy Un-Birthday
Your life as an art formTripping over Wires downed by all your storms Where the sound of the electricity In my blood keeps me from sleep. So where do we go from here Back to the same rooms where Our history is written on the walls? I swear I gave you everything I swear I gave it all.Your life as an art form
moleculeThe heat of the summer Matching broken window pains That s p r e a d across the sheets Like poison down the streets.molecule
And tearing each other apart Only leaves skin under the nails Clothes to the floor Like flies to a body But we’re being too logical again
(and again. And again.)
Reduce, reduce Oh, and don’t forget to re-use
Every last piece of our skin Right down to the bone We’re still using the same old tricks
You’re young and impersonal; bitter and benign. Twist, crawl back to me again. &nbs
It's in the waterJust one more, and another. Count the seconds, time your breathing. In out in out in out in out Keep it going Mouth to mouth.It's in the water
Clock hands lose motion, or have a will all their own Angry doesn’t even come here, or if she does, she’s alone. I sympathize with her in that respect Because even burrowed in your skin You threaten, pant, and cry.
You resist the pulling in.
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