...leave me here.

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.