| Thought I had it all
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| Thought I’d live forever
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| Thought the world was small
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| Thought my words could turn to gold
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| I knew what I was searching for
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| I thought that I was thoughtless
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| Thoughts of mine were arsenic
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| Our hollow parts are toxic
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| How’d our heart to hearts get arctic?
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| Thought I told you I’m a beast
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| AlI I do is die repeat
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| I piece together puzzle pieces
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| Of my youth to find release
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| You see these single-celled amoebas
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| Sing to self defeatists
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| Speak and sell their secrets
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| Sink in seas of hell
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| I think I see how Caesar felt
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| These seasons seldom change
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| I’m rearranging with the furniture
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| She always sees the best in me
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| I focus on the worst in her
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| Trapped inside a labyrinth
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| These hallways seem so circular
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| One day I told my gods
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| I dug a grave that they’d be perfect for
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| The more I see the morbid scenes
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| The more I seem like Morrissey
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| I’m moored at sea & mortified
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| With these boulders tied to dormant feet
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| We’re born inside a storm that breathes
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| A swarm of bees protects me
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| I feel empty yet I force my teeth
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| And now all I taste is chlorine
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| Everything is boring
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| Insects singing for me
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| Morphing from the morphine
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| All their words are foreign
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| More free than I’ve ever been
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| My portrait keeps on warping
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| Until the earth is swallowed hollering
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| How low can I get today?
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| Dark so it’s like Halloween
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| Dark Souls with the hollowing
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| So hallowed be thy name
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| Halos are just hollow rings
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| Salo-ing, soaring up above LA on borrowed wings
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| Exhausted blue skies tasting like exhaust again
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| She always sees the best in me
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| I told her that I’m not a friend
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| All my poems posthumous
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| These people’s quotes are plagiarized
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| Monochromic side effects, a state of mine
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| Maybe I’m just starting to fishtail
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| Heart is two fish hooks
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| That mirror each other
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| I’m uttering, all of my entrails
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| Are chumming the water
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| I’m under the weather
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| Been running forever
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| Becoming a martyr
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| For nothing my garden’s still covered in mud
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| From the dahlias plucked in abundance
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| Apartment’s a bucket of blood
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| I’m partly to blame when I’m placing the blame
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| On the ones that I love
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| Look at em go
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| Hook in my throat
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| Rigor mortis chiseled in stone
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| To keep you alive I would give up my own
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| Every living thing I’ll ever know is temporary
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| I can never give up being left alone until I’m buried |