

Last NightWhen I enter a room, voices raise as though the dead had also. Am I an experience with a ghost for friends long since lost? I am a forgotten handful of seconds to drunken whores, Splitting the silence I wear with things profound, I am sure. Concerning myself only with sewing quiet hide together again, I am the drink christening brick in their slurred after hours.Last Night
By the time I woke up, aquarius had been smothered alive. Neither the cold asphalt or welcoming drainage ditch stirred me, From what I had prayed was a dream between reality and death. I was a disbeliever, begging for an id


XyComfort which ebbs nebulous fashions agony, With time strapped to a torso like violent plastics. Suck specifics from my skull before I surrender, Painting sidewalks with every detail.Xy
Apathy rapes an ultimatum.
Noxious despair steams under hushing aether, Patiently approaching a boil which might erode, Cleanse and refresh honest love grown wary.
Held breath meets an evaporated past.
Sprawled across our inspired vertex, Emotion inverts upon tender infinites. Hatred to affection and ego to om, Forever expanding post cusp.


FormaldehydeSubmitting gentle vomit harmonies into my ear, Your legs served as an anchor in oceans of viscera; Comforting possessions in your temporarily concerned arms. Maintaining consciousness via the stench of preservation, Which had stained your disambiguated solace in iodine, You sleepily compared the texture and tint to bark, About trunks in which we carved immortality. Nostalgia swam into your crooked mouth, Upon harmonies of an unsheathed edge.Formaldehyde
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