Equally Boring
insane lights
aglow ride
this christ shite
same knife tides/
zip flies
slows time
the toilet bowl
where i fall
in alchohol
scalding calls
Instead of a living creature
curl tight feotu in your mind
become a poster on the wall
the weather beats down outside
the way he beats her
the way he feeds her
when it snows she knows it's time
a low sound
burnt down
and in between this
some strange twist
pulsing glare
treacle hair
Feral sight
i keep my eyes wide
a dark storm
it grew horns
then i knew
it was all good
..all good
you're on show, your own show, a square home, was once soap................different hands
Instead of living
dig yourself a hole
you're the only place left to hide
have to live off the mould
Just ask her, feel better, the timing, is getting, just add lines, to waste mine (think of some, mm what fun) ........oh how sad
[more to come]
this stuff by Jed
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