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keep screaming in my room try to sort out the invisible. He can’t see what is wrong and everything’s true, she sees the justice and the pain. I thought a poster fell last night from the echoes of your voice. we could live on the street live like ghetto kings and queens. I guess we are doing okay because there is no ramen and the water works. But I guess he just sees the cracks and sees the things he could knock down with his words, and sometimes her face falls and you storm out. sometimes I dream you don’t come back. It’s kind of a secret but in the attic of my head I see the headlines of my brothers pre-emptive modern day romeo/juliet slit of the wrist. or so I’ve heard a sheet against his neck. or sometimes the I.V stuck in my arms, stuck in your arms. or i see different parents or i see death in my head or sometimes i feel like I’m flying and everything is technicolor lies. or I feel fire in my veins and my body tenses for the fight hold onto my dignity and try to drop my hair down the drain or. pink scratches against my skin of DNA from my alien body. I feel tired, want to shut off the slow motion and start the plan. Maybe I should talk to the microphone and talk about the pills stuck in my throat and the clog in my brain that moves the walls in closer. I thought the sky was different today felt change in my veins, maybe today is the day they find somebody down the drain with a sheet around your skin or a feeling of floating and release. maybe they’d even have different pills stuck in their stomach closing their body an blocking them out. chocking out my thoughts. and maybe the beer will be his ticket out of business innocence out of long hair and freedom of yelling opinions out of your wide open mouth. Sometimes my skin pushes the clothes off me, sheds salt when I try to sleep. damp pillow cool bed, razor on my head buzzing in my ears. singing to the addiction harboured in my body . Ink my skin, stab my head, cut the dead cells off of my head. try to be different then who I think I am.
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