deluded into you, electrical patterns
the sweat that pools in your scars
constant entanglement; varicose
the salt scent intoxication
pluck out what rots in your throat
to bury where it can always be found
you know better than i dare to
a car accident is always waiting to happen
i want to cheat death with you
fingerfucked and bloodied knives
i want to believe you’re more
than a suicide letter teasing hope
you have experienced far too much
to let it all be taken away
you push away because you need to
push back when they all start to hate you
you’ve held the sick back for twenty years
an oesophagus of burned-down churches
strip back what remains in violence
and you’ll be left bare, alone, alive
a nightmare repeating into the third degree
it’s nothing not endured before
it’s nothing that won’t stop happening
and still it doesn’t mean anything
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