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two too many pills

picture stills



frozen glass breaking point

wind chime chills



my eyes turned a cold blue

she said they were true



I write my name in the snow

like it will stay there

forever so



it won't



my face is numb

I'm sick and tired of looking dumb

from telling all I feel

I double over keel



bent busted broken in two

swallow I'm hollow

soft capped and chew

eyes plastered solitare bastard

eyes are not blue



Mint mouthed frosted tipped

grizzly jaw unequiped

messed up and strangled

ice capped and tangled



stitches, where she used to tongue tie

holes, where my wisdom used to supply



the sky isnt blue

neither are my eyes

white is the horizon

and white are my lies



Nothing turned out right

at the end my only friend

my only hope on how to cope

got me dizzied up on dope



spinning dirvish white wash paint

white out from the black out

as I begin to feint



I pop a pill as I begin to kill

the hurt inside my kisser



vanilla sky before I die and forget I'll never miss her