high above the avenues
and we're making sense now
all around the midnite taking pills for our problems
seems silly
when there's nothing on the ground
worth buying
let alone
the escape route is
so much fun
and i'll hang a neck snap
or you can hold me under the water
smiling back at me
as i taste your fingers
and you taste my life
on the edge of death
you'll make someone a happy man
someday
you'll make God seem unimportant when you
shiver and let them put a blanket around your shoulders--
IMAGINE ME W/ YOUR EYES--i'll sit inside, eating allegories the alligators are hungry and speaking from experience there is nothing to do now but try and captivate them with song and dance that will do nothing...really. pardon me, pardon the dust, pardon the evening that my wrists spit back the blood on the counter and you scrubbed for days after i was already gone in my aluminum coffin on the way to the crematory. seems fair enough that you'll be the one who smiles and scrawls an epitaph on a block of wood to show the neighbors who come for the drinks and backyard games. show me i'm nothing after the curtain falls and make sense of it all.
eat me and i'll thank you later.
and we're making sense now
all around the midnite taking pills for our problems
seems silly
when there's nothing on the ground
worth buying
let alone
the escape route is
so much fun
and i'll hang a neck snap
or you can hold me under the water
smiling back at me
as i taste your fingers
and you taste my life
on the edge of death
you'll make someone a happy man
someday
you'll make God seem unimportant when you
shiver and let them put a blanket around your shoulders--
IMAGINE ME W/ YOUR EYES--i'll sit inside, eating allegories the alligators are hungry and speaking from experience there is nothing to do now but try and captivate them with song and dance that will do nothing...really. pardon me, pardon the dust, pardon the evening that my wrists spit back the blood on the counter and you scrubbed for days after i was already gone in my aluminum coffin on the way to the crematory. seems fair enough that you'll be the one who smiles and scrawls an epitaph on a block of wood to show the neighbors who come for the drinks and backyard games. show me i'm nothing after the curtain falls and make sense of it all.
eat me and i'll thank you later.
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Lexi
Jean Sartre.
yup
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