sticky eyes...

on my knees, i think abt the past..killing myself inside and out.
the memories take the toll...it's better that way...the sound of
yr voice, bouncing back and forth in my head...my favorite monster.  
my only monster....c is fr cold and dead, a is fr alone, m is fr 
the mental stress that i dwell in, e l, end life.  i don't look fr
an answer fr everything, i just see them when they come.  it takes 
me abt 5 min to smoke a cigarette.  pulling the steel machine back
and forth takes some type of skill harvested in the minds of brain
dead monkeys who's only reason fr existance is to cure the common cold.
the thoughts that run back and forth accross the street learn to 
count.  

one  two  three  four  yellow number 5 number 5 number 5 5.
 yellow number 5 number 5 number 5 5.  yellow number 5 number 5
number 5 5. yellow number 5 number 5 number 5 5.  yellow number 5
 number 5 number 5 5.  

can't?  why not?  drain my blood and replace it with
 the white milky extract of conscienceness.  there is no one to 
come home to...no body in my bed...my hands walk right out on me.
why don't you care?  why don't you write?  you see me...i know you
do...like some ancient fungus stored in a pharoah's tomb fr 
hundreds of centuries, i will wait until the jaw is opened, until
the blinding light comes through, until my sterile environment 
 is blown in a whirlwind panorama...i feel you inside me still,
 to this very day.  i feel the coldness of yr feet next to mine.
 i will remember the dead smell of yr breath until the day i die.
 touching, isn't it?  touch me?  no way...no way...no
 way...stop...it's too much...not now...not ever.  get out of my
 head...give me my brain back...killed his taste fr switchblades.
  killed his taste fr switchblades.  killed his taste fr
 switchblades.  killed his taste fr switchblades.  i can't live
 like this...inside out.  that's good enough fr me...

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