splitting                               you                                            you                      
                                                      alone                                   guide   try                                       as   freeze                      
          carbonated                               die     in two                        words           to                                 face           to                               
                    brain                       and              metamorphosing       the                  follow                       your         death.                                          
                         devoid            smile                         into  nothing                 up        because              in                                                        
                               of   emotion                        escape             can          give                 some     laugh                                                       
                                 all                            can                      save  just                         paths                                               
                                    devotion                 you                             us                                  never                                        
                                            burn the       so                                  pray                                   end                                    
                                                    bubbles                                        for                                   unless                             
                                                           inhale                                     me                                       you close                      
                                                                 the                                                                                    your        
                                                                    blisters                                                                                e        
                                                                            and the                                                                         y      
                                                 six swords singing                vapors                                                                   e 
                                                                                         will                                                               s
                                            scabs                  a                         smile                                                           
         from burn wounds and self-inflicted cuts,                 courtyard, empty                                                                         a
 not in the suicidal cry for help sense, but from                  people filled with                                                                       n
   six swords that slice and make my fingers weep                  confusion                                                    spontaneous combustion      d
 and shiver. The echo vibrates through stagnation,                 as they silently watch                                       everything falls        
                 and stains the walls with sounds                  trains go by                        god is                   asleep                      l
          and songs that only lonely blankets can                  birds fly by                                                 at the wheel                e
   and songs that only lonely blankets can recall.                                                           watching                                       t
                                                                                                                                ignition despite
                                                                   and an old man die                                           the nights plight           t
                                                                   his guitar hits the concrete                                 as they traverse            e
                                                                   and weeps as they pass                                       empty white                 a      
                           so                                      the days                                                                   we crash      r
                                                                                                                                                            s
                                                                                                                                                           
                                                                                                                     you                                    c
                             when the day expires,                                                                      die   --the old man laughing        h
                         and darkness cuts me off                                                            dead               death                       o
                       from the rest of the world                                                                friends        or just a dream?     \      k
                i cut my fingers to create beauty;                           never stop                      dont                                           e
                                                                                                                 laugh   
          just a caged beast holding both the key                                                            until             spl-                itting   y
                    and a self-destructive notion—-                                                              they                              apart    o
                       i should never be set free.                                                           hear                      ooge                 u
                                                                                                                 the              ash              internal              
                                                                                                             joke                                  bleeding t                        
                                                                             if                                  too.                  heap                 o            
                                                                             you                                                                   builds        
                                                                                                                  so                               she      d     
                                                                                                                 try              dry              dies     e          
                                                                                                                  to                   dock   a    broken   a            
                                                                                                                keep                                        t
                                                                                                                 the                            apart/heart h          
                                                                                                             contact: the crumbling walls that                        
                                                                                                                       harbor the boundaries of             d                         
                                                                             never sleep                                this world and that can             o                         
                                                                                                                          be broken, if you allow      here                                 
                                                                                                                           your mind to wander              u                         
                                                                                                                            this maze of words,             s                         
                                                                                                                             this labyrith of lies,                                   
                                                                   his guitar                                                 this tome of dissident        p                                      
              the cello fought                                               still weeps                                       thought,                     a     
                  piano                                                       for   her                                 the                                 r           
              and  i    lost                                                                                             truth                              t 
              and she   won                                                      on                                       fucking                   a  tomb                 
                                                                                                                           hurt                         she   
                                                                             page fifteen.                                  but                      helped      
                                                                                                                             lies                        me   
                                                                                                                              pass                     find?    
                                                                                                                               the                             
                                                                                                                                time                           
                                                                                                                                    and i've got a lotta time                        
                                                                                                                                 she                     left   
                                                                                                                                                            
                                                                                                                                               here's hoping.