He tongues the barrel of hopes loaded gun.
All hell is
the rain begins.
the tide it pulls.
and drags me
Someone go for help, she's not getting up. The cardboard
the air raids at night. are keeping things serene.
the
Spike the I.V. with kerosene as insects halo an open
The telephone swallowed the child.
This is the last time I
Shatter the mirror on the wall and turn me into
I crawled for miles.
slit open by a trail of
I'll open up my wrists
To let you in
And keep you
if it starts to feel, then we'll just shut it
i see right through you when you sing it back
Slowly we peel away the layers and the light seeps
Shine on spotlight cadaver.
What have you become?
Come get your
Sweet meredith what have you done?
The whores have painted up
we fall asleep on the runway underneath the noon crucifix.
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