ill cut you
salvage what you can
blow my black lungs up
maybe they still float
release them like balloons
into the atmosphere
choke the vomit back
hack up another casual laugh
hearts on fire sale
dont release your grip
sleeping soundly in a whale
cut a perfect circle in my skull
pills on slow release
let the smile creep up
you're gonna have to kill me 1st
shake the baby
to a happy song
grit and grind your grimy teeth at the sun
cut a perfect circle in the sky
comets are the tears
of the galaxy
black hole sized
dilated eyes
i fall in gladly
cut a perfect hole in me
i won't put up a fight
beautiful nonsense
will keep me alive
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