revisiting former frames of mine
i've had nothing less responsible than this
cash hand, back hand, slap in the face
i want something more real
surrealistic noxious state of mind
heart puncture piss sweat intake perfection by design drunk step drug friction
oh, i will be clean again
i suffocate awaiting tomorrow
shine your lights down on me
awaiting for ascension, my disbelief
our punishment release a new form of intoxication
i have something more real
i am the starving hope
i am abandonment fulfilled
why don't you take it all away from me?
my disgrace only waste
absence of faith in a world filled with you mocking me
it takes a few strong to survive
and more than a lifetime to deprive me of you
am i the only one left?
left alone playing on that one pinched nerve
is there anything substantial,
with some consistency at all?
i'm impaling my own breath
i'm wishing and washing away tonight