keeeep telling yourself.
it's not real. it's fantasy
make believe.
you can stop
and take my hand. take my hand. hold my hand.
let it go. fall back and let it go.
this place is outta control.
this place is disorienting.
trembling at the sight of it all.
in hopes you'll take her. break her
Destroy every last peice of evidence.
Come on and let her out.
the cage is small
so let her out.
let her out.
let her out.
It's open
open, wide. so let her out.
let her outttt!
Resolution of control. Contraption.
smell that smoke. every time.
hey captain. Captain.
sir. Sir
we caught you you're fake, you know more than you thought. you sold more than you're worth. so what now? In my mind I meant to go left. In reality I took a sharp right. I'm killing what I'm feeding. killing what I'm seeing. Turning to gold, to gold, to stone. Worthless.
Tequila!


1 Comments:
it's not falling on deaf ears, i promise.
i'll write back soon. have some ?s for you if you're willing.
:)
Sean
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