Resist it.
Market coercion...
Blind slime abrasion.
Your unwelcome fruiting bodies...
Crashing through the gates of the mind...
This decaying mezzanine
rusted and green...
The caverns that hold
My depression...
"How many vicodin must be swallowed
To ease the pain inside this void...
read si' oui bien sûr
let it bleed,la mi amore...
I try to speak but words won't come
my thoughts are jumbled...
Her eyes house the souls
Of those she has contained...
We shapeshift
like ephemeral metal...
Some days,
One word...
we ate our guilt together
under the quiet luminosity...