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Such a very odd morning. Mourning never comes. It's just light...sight, sigh, gone.
I swore I was on the TV screen when their eyes picked on me.
I could hear the sting of my liar's tongue.
I was alive, on the radio, through the fucking streets of San Juan.
All the ghosts in the playground, all those children sleeping on lawns
...I've so much to say, so much to bury...who knows where my blood will spill?
Who knows what ocean I've drowned the best of me in?
Til all that is is all that ever was.
I used to think that death was life.
Now I'm brutally stuck, my mind is always tracing back to that open field.
Endless and endless, music of my lions playing in my head.
I've just wanted a beat, something to pull on my heart strings.
Life is lifeless without death when death gets too numbing.
“I can't believe you.”
“...is it the debris in your eyes...have you gone blind?”
“Make the sound stop, please! Goddammit, I'm begging you!”
Boom. It happens. Right then, 13:45, cadence strokes the pictures on the wall. It depletes when it reaches my voice, begins snarling with...nothing. So crooked, so flawless.
“Which one? The cicadas or the bus stop graveyard? Are you deaf as well as blind?”
“For once, can't you fucking have a normal conversation?”
Ka bang. Ka ching. The punch that kills the beast. The best of you burns.
“Have you lost me. Have I lost you. What went wrong. Where did it all pass us by. I try.”
“I hate failure.”
“I have faults.”
“You have less.”
“I like your failure.”
“I hate the way you care.”
“I hate the way I don't. I hate the way I come off. I hate that I can't think when you stare.”
“I like the way you get lost in your mind.”
“It's just the way I think. Here I am, here you stand...but, oh, love, you're not even close.”
IF I COULD JUST VOMIT UP THIS WORLD AND STAB OUT MY HELICONIUS SAPHO...MY BEAT UP HEART...MAYBE YOU'D FEEL HOW STUPID MY BONES THUMP AND HOW BROKEN MY THOUGHTS ARE.