Here I am scribbling out my past on store-bought memories.
Lie still,this won't hurt a bit.
Cancer-exit wound,these eyes write histories.
It's a shame of what they have to see,hit after hit.
Screaming casulaties,the aborted fetus of my mind just won't die!
Down-hearted and broken,these wings won't fly...
Ever again,Diconectie - Disconected.
Scar-tissue feathers tickle my nostrils (navel gone septum),so I sneeze to shattered remains.
This soul-bleed just won't stop.
Crane,crane - to what do I own this name??
Wow,TV turned cop...
These feelings will never ever
make any sense
just like when I sever
ties like veins - such a common tense.
At the hip,I am torn.
Screaming infidelity,I am - fuck me over,down I tear!
Here I am,seasoned and bored
with no soul to beare...
Nirvana,can't wait to meet you there...