staggering to the finish line
going down
down with no up
pure, total, complete, perfect
down
down
down

if sleep is the cousin of death
why does it seem so infinitely appealing?

crimes of passion committed against the moon
when searching in the wrong realm
there is an urge to outsource your remaining affections

scars will never get through to you
how things are or what they were
my scars will never see through you as i want them to

with the sun comes heat
with the moon comes cold
unity of opposites
causes stagnation

infiltration of the human condition
knives with dull blades

save me
but do not help me
ever

price tags and delicatessen tickets
your number is up
it is time

you forgot to take your price tag off
so they're doing work on you
they will fix you
they will end you

cold touch
dead
all i remember

anything and everything
forever and ever
and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
forever

tall glass of ***** to cure the pain
tearing apart pigment with sandpaper and bleach in the bathtub
rock salt pouring out of open wounds

what is this?
i want to forget this
i need this
i need to forget this

the sun rose on the wrong side today
i stared into it until i went blind
the crows came to visit me again at the hospital
and they didn't make me feel any better

today i came to and realized
i'd thrown it all away

the tragedy of restlessness
nightmares as fast as experience can be filtered properly
the problem of unrest is that it causes
one to see things that they might not want to

paranoia
induced by hypnosis
state of eternal and improper sleep

return to earth
try not to be bothered
by the bamboo shoots stemming from your lungs
through your throat and out of your mouth

of this pain, i cannot speak
but i can only imagine it hurts