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the roads are all empty now

and all the winds burn wholehearted hollowness

into the deepest Burroughs of my broken existence



the sides of the passage out of town are flooded

with the limbless remains of frightened humanity

each panicking heartbeat whips and beats

more and more of this life into the drowned abyss



as i close my eyes and slowly drift away into the void

i am burning in the warm rays suffocated between the plastic faces

and i lie to myself



that place is dead and the lies that i tell to myself

are slowly draining the blood and muscles from my frail carcass

as the curvature in the visage is slightly inside out

this verity is shredding me from the interior outwards



if the truth shall set you free in an age where freedom is slavery

then all the birds have flown from the disfigured place

and everything left intact is still spinning with no ground level to grasp onto



the lights flicker violently and then fill the blank mass with calmness

for in this moment just for a little while

the calm of the storm is still smashing against my fragile ribcage



there is a tropical current inside of my soul

more malevolent and aggressive than the strongest level cubed

leaving me abused and stripped down to the luscious bone

in between the open white spaces that jump between the power lines



safety is a shattered glass window

once a large and tempered bay window impressive rich dimensions

there is no happiness in slavery for the unaltered butterfly

that cannot flutter on crippled wings wrapped around the throne

or fly above the swirling skies with weak signals of scabbed imperfect technology



the angels have all been shot right out of the skies

while the words in my head raise the stainless steel to my flesh

take me away on your downward descent

ejaculate me from this cruel cold world



lost transmissions shot down from up high

give no answers or reasons or whys

all is left hanging with desolate abandoned wishes

and the tiny milky clouds still prevent passage to the other side

and amidst the misty silence my words are suffocated



if i prick my finger with the splinter of time

will you remove me from this torture chamber

can i look into your pretty fake eyes one last time

and see your pure and unblemished skin erase all imperfection



can we set off in the sunset with the wind blowing through our hair

and the energetic rhythm entwines the oneness of these two souls

as you dance with me as the last hour approaches

share with me one last definition of ourselves



this is the road trip of our lives

but were not here anymore and there is nothing left

the echoes have turned to suffocating spaces

and the wires have began to split open the baby blue



the rescue vehicles spin fatally with their zooming eyes

as the warn not to reach out in curiosity

or hover against the perimeters of insanity



you can't dance in vain to the beat that's in your heart

but must simply show on the outside what others only can feel on the inside

your peaceful soft breath one last time

as your body shifts up and down while you rest your sick and tired eyes

with frequent twitching to remind you of this unfrequented existence