your world creeping for a darkness gathering
life used to be a series of growth stunts
“i’m 27 and my doctor says i’m still growing”
the moving from beginnings
to ends and agains
the world is yours folding into doom
now what say you
these collisions between history and mystique
do the didn’ts and did don’ts
life moves too fast
and i breathe way too slow
i feel like onions cut my eyes
but i can’t say it
i just can’t say it
the flush of my eyes
i am just trying to breathe on my own
i have a feeling that’s a secret
it comforts volunteer despair, compliments hopes plus fears over gashes of insecurity
and what’s the use
2 C I never want to forget this
crystal memories smoke bullets
shooting ice, keeping warm
feeling the tingling prick of a dull life
its over, its been done before
under my skin and into red rivers
i am lifted into a sink hole
sinking still into a couch
swimming in triple sec pool just floating
burning
getting ripped with the associations of disconnections that peel
that peel my hope
from the shredded trees of memories secret to my breathe
jesus christ, mother marry, holy dove you have not given me faith
i adore that
when the night is easy to get through
and i am not scared to die
the ender is when goodbye is a greeting
living not existing 