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Poetry in this illusion
i try on faces
and watch skin melt
in my morning screams, naked
hiding in glass
until the liquid moon
hangs above our dreams
swallows our voices
(sick snarls)
we talk talk talk talk
until we whisper
until theres silence
in this illusion
i bend and shape and form
until the still wind
slow dances on wet grass
and we play children
in the ocean
in the fire
sick in the heat cities
stuck little tin cans
weird crucifixes hang
while women walk backwards
crawling on our bloody knees
in the dirt and despair
we want flesh unfound
temporary distractions
we want eternal darkness
in this illusion
we catch our breath in a jar
with baby wonder we stretch for miles
and grow in fields of beauty
our limitless eyes
we spit out our toungues
and circle the earth
but morning comes again
her red eyes stinging mine
i swore i'd be miles from here
from these old bones on the beach
under constellations of lost skeleton stars
in this illusion
our final moments on earth
existing in thin shadows
(walking up the walls)
watching the flames rise
leaving our bodies behind
