Well now…
Obviously…
this is all about the striking of matches
and the burning of houses.
The energy in your belly
and the heat of ruinous fires.
Nasty piece of work.
I speak of assassins and demons, man.
Not ghosts in your kitchen
rattling the dishes.
This is about the breaking of damns
and the flooding that follows
The glee tickling your heart
and the warm sensation at the back of your skull.
Can I get an Amen, brother?
Can I get a hallelujah?
My lungs breath deep and I know that I am sick with it.
Wallowing so completely
at the bottom of the mountain
in the fall of my conscious
and the petrification of my heart.
I care not.
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Submission Name: Conscious Drain
