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restless in a bed of red
my nightmares sometimes trickle
and rear view reflections carry grim reaper type sickles
i roll around in sheets, the comforter no longer comforting
conforming with disaster
i’ve left the skies due to thundering
i’m muttering
i’m cluttering
brain waves with heartaches
with the b-tter knives
of kitchen wives
all the while l-st waits
concave i am
recluse i might become
maybe when i wake
i’ll feel the morning’s sun

but it’s winter bound for me right now
i’ve done the things i can inside
problem is there’s difference in this one-year-later
state of mind
and nightmares are my gasoline
keeping me alive, they seem
to carry such a potency
i cannot teach myself to breathe

so gas…gas me down then burn my body
i lay in bed for weeks until this body starts it’s rotting
i’m potting plants of the pedals picked and burning every letter
clock me in the f-cking head so maybe i’ll feel better

maybe when i wake the face will disappear to nothing and the something that once was
will become imagery of loving
memories abandoned for baggies inside of hands
once held at soccer stands with plans of a future on demand
but i’m wrong again and this time everything is just confusing. it’s love lost in silent getaways
and all these bodies oozing on the tables of a morgue, you’ve left me here so bored stabbing brains with
pitchforks and stupid selfish wh0r-s

now my caskets closed to wet cheeks and the sound of laughter
followed by a night of being boxed; everyone’s plastered
and duff, knock ‘em dead if they’re out there talking sh-t
only friends and family respect the things i did
so f-ck the world, i’ll be next to my father
taking shots of gasoline where ever i cannot be bothered
or offered by the alters any form of salvation
cutting lines on top of love letters in articulation
of a spiritual thought
deprived of deprivation
in a constant high; mind is on vacation
but i’m dead now, remember, this heart is for the taking
it will get you to the end without truly ever breaking
so take it
shake it and listen to it’s rattle
it might be a little busted but it’s still down to battle
wear it on your throat
wrap it up in note
by the end of the life you’ve lived
you’ve learned to never choke
no joke
lying down; i’m fecal as an answer
dead and quiet now; most likely from the cancer
you left for me
now beg for me
as if mercy is ever pleasing
just taste the thought i was never a the man worth leaving

maybe if i wake
my body won’t be here
maybe at my wake
i’ll taste your every tear
in fear of falling back in love
in falling back to us
when push comes to shove
you’ve crushed me down to dust

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