I think I'm just going to let you go. I did already but either you or something of you is holding me. Fucking magnet. You penetrate me only so that I sacrifice a pint of blood for you
And it's sad like truly heart-breaking
Can you really put a piece of shattered glass together? Possibly in an illusion of some kind of story line and
It's because walls appear to disappear. I waste my imagination on you
I waste the very excitement of a rainbow on you.
I waste my tears and I tear sure
Don't cry to waste water like in a desert I feel
the dryness
And it's ok.
I am strong. I walk it quite a lot
A Thin line on a half moon
Thin biscuit on a circuit
I cut myself from static noise and I run into it
I cut my self and walk right into it
And then i wonder what hit me
What can I be drinking
If illusion were some type of drink I would not pay for it
I would sacrifice the very thing I would
And like a child of nature I would return
Like a child of naked Angels I would embrace it.
Because nothing matters
At least not enough to lose this sleep on.
And so I let you go like a wilted flower
Amidst a sunless earth I will embrace
The very leaves that leave me
Here.
