Take my body and rest it against the mountains and watch the vultures swoop in and have a go at me. Devour me and swallow my skin covered body bag.
Bones attached to the limbless socket that they call a walking corpse. Eyes all on me, all eyes on those creatures with deadly ripping wings and whipped shot ears. Cackling, they scratch into me, dig unto me and laugh.
Those vultures have a laugh now, a wicked evil scour, they watch me lay there lifeless, jello like. I smile and thank them for releasing my soul to the wild, with the flap that is my mouth skin.
I couldn’t have lived without this to look forward to.
Ranting, screaming through my fingers but for some reason there is a block
Where, when why are there so many things stopping me, i’m allowing them to stop me, prevent me from simply waking up from my zombie-induced body bag
Simply trudging, walking, running through the subway tracks, hoping they’ll cave in and I’ll fall off the brink, edge shattered, sharp.
Just finding my way through the slow dancing legs the trees are waving to me, at me.
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today we looked the sky inThe eye with all we
Had to offer
Every single inch of us floated
Up towards the blazing
The winds aren’t howling hear
The loudest sounds are our
Echoing when bouncing
From one planet to another
Sober are those who swell with a wicked sharp, intoxicated are those who shed a Meaty sleeve
Hidden amongst some, mixtures of both clarity stain and mocked strength.
Little do we see, but assume things are translucent where they lay intertwined
Welcomed are those who believe the darkest woes are the truest way to deflower one’s apathy
Slowly sorrows swim across the devilish rivers whenever I walk into their little dabbling cemeterial crossings
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It seems the darkest lollies are dancing squirming at the sheets you pulled over us that night and where were you when they stopped uprooting?
Sudden sprouts where your orphices had caved prior to the accident your mindspace adapted as a freight change jumped and called you home when you needed something
Your words stopped making sense when your demons scratched at your back door screaming, waiting inside your vined beat
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I’ve killed off parts of myself to keep others from caving in, ending themselves
Now I fill those dead ends with their’s to open back up
I walked to the bottom and risen higher than I needed to, fell back and flipped it all over and watched myself sprout
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Where were you when the gallows swallowed you, I was just waiting on the shoulder of your heartbeat falling towards the slope
When was the exact moment when your headache became your main reason to mask the sudden fluke that got between us
I sit here and I ponder between the sunlt dusk and the shark infested waters wondering how we became so dim when the spark continues to flash in the foreground
Don’t let me put a damper on your so-called self-appreciating smile
Let me out, get me out, climb me out
Crawling out, sprawling out, running out of headspace
Breakking out, winding out, falling out
Take me away from here, show me where I can be something
I turn the corner and there I am even without a mirror
I look up at the stars and my past ambitious self creeps up
I walk to the river bank and the water reminds me of all the obstacles I haven’t over come yet
I talk to new people and all I can think of is how much I’ve lost myself to
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I care about you I won’t make you feel bad if you don’t feel the same
I want you in my life I won’t make you feel bad if you don’t feel the same
I feel comfortable with you I won’t guilt trip you regardless of how you feel
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