goodonyou

this is your brain in a coma this is your heart in formaldehyde this is your thought on pause this is your tongue tied this is a guitar breaking this is a piano smashing this is a voice snarling this is a cymbal crashing this is a year in a coma this is a life in formaldehyde this is your thought stopped this is your hand tied this is a mind breaking this is a viewpoint smashing this is a finality snarling this is a symbol crashing this is a story this is a trend this is a means, and this is the end

i need this taste off my lips; alcohol and hormones, a rodeo poster burned into my eyes and i can feel his aching. disconcerting and uneasy, this leaves a scar upon my mind; and i don’t know what i’m doing. making excuses now… for what? my esophagus shakes for him. my eyes have aborted their mission and i’m left defeated. once again, i apologize.

how... do we fly? when... we have no wings. who.. do we hurt? when it's just us. it's two in the morning? really? let's. go to sleep. and to dream... smut! of the mind... when... flight is elusive. for? always. for: ever and ever. booze! that song again. is it? such... endeavors? they make us. blind no more... confused no more... behold! reality! or, rather... my version? of it. welcome… to? elsewhere.