they used to say don't go spiraling down the hole. now I am here corrupted sweetly, my own soul -s's.
-s's.
if my thoughts had hands they would strangle me,
Tightly, entangling, but not before they reach for you and you would be the first thing they’d hold onto
-s’s.
lying on the floor, toxic fumes inhaled, doors closed
how'd you get here, what's the matter
you know the atom bomb’s around the corner
ah, I was just checking the cars
and that everything belonged
so nice, so calm
I find time moves more glacially in this vacuum of being alone
-s's.
As I am,
I see through a golden space
I'm trapped in amber sap,
Onto the outside I look
Within the inside I am firm
Fossilized, undiscerned
-s's.
How long do you keep pumping them out of your blood through writing,
Only for them to loiter by your veins and come right back in?
She wouldn’t mind if you didn't keep your
mouth shut
Poppies of your dreams start to sprout, marveling
She won’t even care
If you’ve nothing to spare
Don't be afraid.
-s's.
Because I only talk to myself,
and tap on my own shoulder
fleeing a hell that's been getting colder
since I tried on all of my new thoughts
-s’s.
if I reach for you will I finally know what you’re about? interstellar dust is all you are, why do you act like something else?
-s's.