i don't talk and i fall on mountains
i fall on valleys and moss and rocks
I'm hanging by tinsel
shimmering and fountaining into suspended days
monotony and waiting
everyday the mountains are passing
i fall they turn new mountains
internal combustion transposing hacky melodies
greytones lead me a new dawn
i'm 19 today
tomorrow and the next 10 years
but after
planning a stable life
pain and smells
aging aching archaic typing archetypes
blue screens white light squinting my eyes
boozing burning blind led braille
the HMO is cover in my home state
cooing coercing catered tired carnage
leather branded brands investing in labels
i fall on mountains and rise turning pages
i'll think on death later
i have a deadline tomorrow