Tuesday, 10 November 2015

combfield

where are your eyes?
maybe ask

can you tell me?
where I'm at?

lies in a kiss
i bet she misses me more
a broken heart will do that
lay you down with those like you
the poor, dirt kicked in my face
a passion of spit on my shoe

questions, listen class
yellowing in my eyes
my liver a mess
could be cirrhosis
I hope for the best

the chicken sun, I heard it uttered
lit by the flames of Cerberus and Hades
breath that fire
hide in the lab

frail beginnings
don't rush
speak it with me now
let me hear you

for I am just another number
just another
-numb
-burr
me

Gg

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