Ripple capsized every vessel.
Saline pours from your eyes.
So where did your systematic defenses get you this time?
Your favorite starting point.
Half an hour with your selfish,
disaffected speech.
Forget about me when you're fucking anonymous memory erasers.
It won't

Cut your heart out just to fit into those jeans. I bet you would. It's so american to wish that someone's watching. And where does all this lead? A barren stream of your hopes and dreams that they use to sell you images of well-being. It's selfish and obscene.
These flowers wilted in the pa

Lick the fat off your lips.
Use her son to block bullets.
Barely a sound here,
no spark.
And this light-hearted conversation's wearing us all a little bit thin.
You'll barely notice blood mixed with gasoline,
But we'll all get our eighty-five cents.
Arrogant aggressio

My fingers won't erase this.
Traces of your face with mine.
I guess we won't make it home 'til next time.
Don't you wish that it was violent like you said.
Wish that it was you.
I'll feel the warmth of distance and wonder why I'm always cold.
Your hands won't make it easy

Choke the dial tone with nickel-plated methamphetamine.
You'll feel safe in the bright lights.
Don't trust that awkward stare.
Ten letters afterwards.
Letters that I never gave you.
So load your gun.
Use sex like a weapon.
With heart in every bullet.
Derivative of

It's over again.
This time for good,
You said I cut an angel's skin.
Slip into bottles,
I watched you sink.
The tides won't wash away the stains of all you left behind.
Behind you were safe.
Wish for yesterday and find it wasted on smoking cigarettes and proving your

Inside of an ambulance.
Your first glimpse violent.
Now the fingers on your hands.
Is there any more that you wanted to say?
We'll meet in an orange colored December.
Iodine and razorblades.

And you smelled like Easter sometimes.
Sometimes it's like you flat-lined i

For now we won't talk about our failing hearts. False sound of Athena as she whispers, "this place is somewhere that we can't get to." Use it 'til your lifeless eyes lift.
Lights out. This distorted glass seems foreign and this burning rose will teach us fire is a gift. Knives out. Is this

Give anything to sound like that.
Beg if I only knew angels.

I would give up everything I have just to be strong enough to look at myself and to see something.
Pull the needle from my vein and sigh.
Eyelashes clasp to help erase;
Save you for today.
We are only lines th