The thought of us
Conqeuring mountains
Was slush in my jaw
Cold and brittle
And the words are always darker
Despite how bright they are
Disengage from the world
T minus 5 and I'm in lockdown
Just waiting for the explosions to go off
And take away my skin
The earth floats on my conscience
The river I paddle down is coloured
The veins I drop are plenty
The house I sleep in is aware
The cold nights I endure are exciting
The curse of a thousand thoughts is renewable
I am recyclable
I am in the wind
I am seperated amongst skin particles
Consistent in my own funny way
A selish indulgance of peace and brutality
A fistful of alitude to throw me back on the ground
Such a relatable exit
How easy the course ahead of you
I'm a selfish sinner amongst a tragedy
How could you forsake yourself
Don't go looking for yourself in the fog
Think beyond your own egotiscal thoughts
You bastard coward
You son of a bitch
Loosen your teeth with your fingernails
Wedge them out and call me a traitor
Or lay backwards playful or dull
I'll be the phoenix
I'll be the flame
The consumption of a scene
The face of an emotion
With such a blank expression
Porclean almost, just expecting regurgitation
And we all know it
You'll take the dive
But who will be standing
You'll scream the words
But who'll remember?
You flowed through the atmosphere
Adjusted to the colour of our television
And dissolved amongst yourself
