Everything's under here...
Some buried in my watered
head, a breathing piece of
Sutured bread. Absorbing
The moist creation and
Waiting for a declaration
To explode.
Everything's warping with the sound
Of the organ that is haunting
The basement floor...
It's cold down here, but here's where I
Go, to remember everything
I want her for...
It's cold down here...
But when I emerge, everything
Glows warm. No more chattering teeth
Keeping time in my lovely dark
Hole. The feel of
Damnation on my back no more.
And I'm reminded of a torch.
I keep following the warmth, keep
Drowning in the
Water below; always falling,
So there's always hope. I can't get
Myself out, but that torch is my
Patience, the push
That fills the holes. |
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