post-mortem delirium, I saw a man
separate limp from torso, intestines dangling like webs
scatter my room ceiling like an elegant chandelier
what used to be a prisioner of circunstance is now a welcomed guest
the spider, not the spectrum crawling on a most unholy night
flesh cannot defeat metal nor the concrete curb nor the separation of heart from chest
cavity open when it should be sheltered, beating and truly alive
blood is a most unsettling sight, a reminder heaven is a breath away
beloved leave the scene. disregard the photographs they are meant for the evidence report
given a choice
friends today are the enemies post haste firing the same strays
that shutdown your valid (or frantic feelings)
know not what they have given away willingly for little to no benefit
fruit of circunstance da-ra-da-randar
no feet, do not stray
onto my mouth even by accident, I cannot stop them
an avalanche of communal perplexing awkwardness (difuse it with a claim for genetic stupidity)
no, I won't take it back: (feelings are chemical anyway)
didn't save a receit and quite frankly haven't figured out this whole adulthood (yet)
in the same veins run enticement for pain and an allergy to genuine affection
an affliction infringing on personal grounds burnt to core, ashe to the point;
all to nothing and I got here just fine across the pond under, down, down, under.
wounds do not betray, they remedy by act of translucent masquerade
stumbling about in pursuit of an evaporate state of aloofness, a typical refuge to hide
common fears, doubts plain to the general eye
if I dance I sway and no longer deny, hide and go to painful clashes to evade
the call to move in uncontrolled mayhem at the ready to pay the piper
an age of gladness
toes in, tap, tap, tap
even if misunderstood I follow
a metric (metro) sound that eventually shall put me to sleep.
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