i don't know the night is over
until i puke
then the dreams begin
frustrated self-mutated
when i choke
sea water themes
again
the times grow subtle as
the envy
leaves and i attend the
lessons in my mind
just briefly
then the stars fall from
the
wonder
will the never-ending seem
a day too long
like lovers on the sunday
-friday night seems
dragging through the straw
never seek that place
again
but given that will-time
will you won't
look into his face again
or bury in her
shroud
that pride you flaunt
message back to
the living
message says it'll all just
be okay
message back to the
living
words struggle concieling this
bold shape
nothing new but starbelles
neck breaking and all
just bend to find
the heroics left sea shells
sand and lightning strike
birthdays and gifts
behind
come see 'bout me star shine
your mother's infantile
glows and grows a
year
since we buried the
life line
telephone and adder
attic stairs
'till we smell
the roses in the
spring time
-the spices in the
mean time we'll
make the most of
dream time
mosquitos and the
moonshine
painted black again
but as the song
cries
not for long
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