I've rusted overtime.

I'm crusty.
And toasty.
And musty.

It's official

My bones are elastic,
fantastic and transformed,
the kind of way your bread molds into
fungus overtime,
sitting there patiently
to rot away without activity.

My veins? They creep their way,
through my legs and
sumptuous thighs,
webbing and threading their EVERY which ways
to the sky, and perhaps to infinite.
Manifested infinite.

Geez, I am so misinformed,
by habits that I've forced
upon-my-self.
The easy way out easily becomes
the easiest way to be suckered in and engrossed
to a pulp.

And now my poor joints
bounce, reflecting my dear mother
in snappy, crackly redundance.
And they dance, and dance, and dance
out of place.
Banished into space.

one new nue

I hate the yellow lights!
It's day, but it feels like night.
This room - it feels so tight;
condensed with screams and fights.
I also find it impolite
to sneak into bed by twilight.
Isn't it my right?
To ban you out of sight?
Jesus, where's the might
to bask in this earthly delight?
And to whom I may invite:
Prepare for the mundane and trite.
A startling impression's my fright;
to see your face cherry white.

All talk and all play

I'M ALL TALK. And I'm not doing anything about it.

But she came with the chills,
and he came with the coughs.

She was so weak,
he was so angry.

And here I am.

Not doing anything about it.

I'm trapped and I don't know where to go nor exit nor default this child's play it's killing me in a way (sort of) and it's trashy rough tough talk love hate fish (not sure what I'm saying)

[[breathe in, breathe out]]

It's a mess! It's a mess! I'm sorry to say, and I'm sorry to DO (I don't know what to DO, i don't know what to DO DO DO).

I'm not really sure WHO is in control anymore
(minus 2 minutes
minus the minutes)

NO FEELINGS HURT, PLEASE!

I don't want to shed any ... needless, unnecessary blood.
Blood? That's being to forceful if you may.


1NK.


And that's why I'm being cowardly and 1NK1NG it up right now.

Yeah, maybe I'm running.
And tumbling away from ... your pouty lips and dirty eyes.


STOP!


STOP --

block it off and away!

I can't, I can't.
But I don't want to.
But I want to.