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I can’t seem to hit the right vein
For the air to take and create.
The team of little critters in my brain
Have taken a break
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I can’t seem to hit the right vein
For the air to take and create.
The team of little critters in my brain
Have taken a break
He confesses my torrid soul
He is my inward dialogue
Traversed outward
We saturate our souls
with veils
and silky shadows
hiding broken truths
behind music
Trying to cajole myself into practice
Too close to losing it while having something
Preferring to be wild with noting to lose
Wired by the violence
That mars our existence
Your face is stormy silence
Drafted into this war
Dragging guilt through the sands
Of the desert
Dry lips
Grenade in your belt at the hips
Shrapnel
It’s a gamble
As you grapple
Life at the end of a barrel
Keep your eyes on the medal
Framed on the mantel
One wrong move
Watch your manner
You don’t know who might wield the hammer
Eyes wide
Never closed
Can’t afford to be a star after death
You want that cigar at the end
Clenched between your teeth
Instead of bullets.
Haul my ass out of bed
Sharp mind
Forget last night
branded with its scars
a snarling monster in its cage
within the hearth of my heart
Snaking through the veins
till it’s tattooed on my arms
I shatter the corridors silence
My neighbours surely getting the gravity of the situation
As I bare a perhaps intimate sound
A sure-fire way of knowing I’m taking a leak
For the crescendo of my farts
Sound like rattling teeth
Echoing and reverberating
Along the walls
Like ping pong balls
Folded into crazy homes
Frozen behind windows
Staring out, eerie eyes
Hazy behind rasping gusts of breath
Before curtains close
To hide this poverty
Of mind
You think you’re the last groove
in the vinyl
the last song
to fill the void
The one and only
the final original specimen
here to soothe the cracks
of those designed ‘none organically’
Like you and your one and only kind
He’s taken refuge
in an abandoned train coach
Off the grid, against the grain
People keep telling me he used to be sane
But I figure he’s saner than me
fer takin’ himself outta the game