Uncategorized | Rapture

on the corner of nothing begging for something I found a lot of clownfish and pomegranate bluffing singing off talk to no one ask a lot of stupid questions hoping to assimilate ether and die happy strange little dreams have me pulling up my covers for thirty minute moments not to have to break my neck for hours stone destiny locked inside of the mortuary

paying tolls The Thing that needs my endurance blindly all the little moments have derived a point of loneliness in knowing that I'm trapped inside a bubble of composure hoping write all you can to stave off the symptoms of binary stuck between the algorithm stuck between us

sweat beads and a backpack of answers weighing down everything I try to compose though don't I feel stupid playing for an audience doesn't even listen? maybe I'm ruthless or hurting give me all the money put in the bag trying to sleep thinking 'bout how to get by fuck time and assimilé I'm choking on the cornstarch filling my rafters to the brink see more think less feel that which isn't an is waiting for nothing speaking from my soul I promise you're giving it all up for chump change I like when I don't know something of everything

holding life in a pretty little blanket expecting death when I least expect it reverence manifest broken glass everywhere talk to me like you know nothing because I don't so sure blind bet cashing in on old money complain about something nobody can pay for the labor stay strong weak song singing in the shower where I can't stand better crouch for comfort

the hurt process breathing to being to leaving to hoping we never have to come back please I hate to beg honestly I'll probably be ending up

back in After asking to play again

sick of my bravery

bath mat heart attack
slipping on the glass 
that's 
broken in the kitchen

band-aid water main
bleeding from my middle finger
pumping out the blood 
that I don't 
care about

soulless surviving 
my soulmate
far away
dreaming of her pretty hair
and twitching in her dreams

locking up my locket 
with her picture
that I haven't found yet
then
when I do

I'll kiss it for good luck

sweet summer 
sitting under stars
with my
ever after

rubbing my thumb 
on the back
of her hand
as I shiver from
the cold air 
breezing through my
lost hair 
falling from the
stress laced 
palpating sleep

not a single word 
or even compound
sentences
could ever capture how my skin
is dying to meet yours

love me
strawberry
sweet perfect
biting on
her lip and a smile
that I'll watch everyday

I'll bloom for your fragrance
exhume me from the morgue
and
tell me that it's all okay
I'm only meant for you

my phone is stuck in my sweatpants but vibrating makes me know it's always there the toiling sustaining every ending or am I just too trapped torture further than the chains I've nothing left to hide I think they broke me open long ago my lungs are pumping gasoline my heart is charged electricity I hate the world and someone else can smell what I can taste I bet it's fucking awful never let me go I've got something to say don't you worry about letting down I've licked the bottom for sustenance I know what nothing tastes like now I'll never be a victim but I find it funny when I'm clearly not surviving supremacy irrelevant

don't let me drown

endurance encapsulate someone put a quarter in me wrapping up presenting presence present's present perforating "Somethings not quite right," smiling at my coffee, and small talk, and what the fuck chalk it up to bad luck, or good enough, if it suits your predisposition clinging to the side of the boat as you throw little pieces of paper at me I think I know the feel like you stepped in shit and everyone smelled you, or you forgot to zip up your pants and nobody told you I didn't mind it for a second I remember every bit of not being what a crime lock me up symbolically synchronous

just wasting time cleaning out my closet every body buried underneath of everybody else in the morning I check the shackle fastened around my neck for any further progress of the claw marks I leave while I sleep The little box that I keep my hope in is overflowing with uninhibited rage and an empty bottle of something or other. My carcass is no longer helping me move. The whisper in my head, breaking my heart and soul, left a note on my nightstand, "You're on your own." I skipped the part with all of the explosions and knuckledusters just to hear what song they'll play when the credits finally roll

the voice in my head is getting annoying blindfolded playing chess with checkers in a roomful of who gives a fuck laughing at every movement Do I deserve this? I suppose I must've exploded something uninvited in another life, laying lifeless in the timeline where I spend mine. I beat the shit out of inanimate objects sometimes. I feel like I can finally see the broken bits of ever floating forever in never. That old record always skips at the same spot, and I'm trying to correct it. how quickly the quiet can die with a scream desperately clinging to meanings of dreams patiently waiting is leaving a lasting impression wish I could wake up in peace

laid to rest ambivalent oblivious pay the rent overcast ambigious peach autumn moon drawing nothing in the air because it's too fuckin' warm better put a jacket on matter of fact light it up and blow me out left around the time of dawn never saw it coming under green lights the stop sign flutters on the overpass I thought I knew I knew I thought what the fuck is going on

melodic magnificence turbulating temper tantrum softly staring somewhere stained glass mortuary soul crushing hold on for another moment take me to the highest rye and let me run until I'm falling catch me like an angel in a straight jacket speeding over speed bumps to get a little air and feel the way the sky convulses bone rattle broken battle rusty frame holey pail straitlaced dragon chase forgetting how the weekend tastes