BloodlineSometimes I dream I was back inBloodline
My home country
Just a little west of Eden
Where bullets have wings
Where I have
Where I have a pulse
That speaks in the language
That only blood speaks
On the streets after you smell gun smoke in the air
I've never seen this
But I can imagine that there's a
Split second when you don't know
If you fired the bullet
When your hand is in the air
And your index finger feels something cold
But you can't remember how to move your muscles
'Til you look up and see
Your hand holding tight to your mother
Dear SuicideDear Suicide,Dear Suicide
Dreams in a fuse box Electrical saltwater running through my veins Pickled like comatose mummies. Whispers in my ear. Say “You are the ocean And you are pregnant with the world” In a parallel universe I can abort 6 billion people I can abort Darfur I can abort Noah’s Ark And heroin addicts, myself I can kill them all.
I dye the world grey and real with trauma Your blood on my hands, My blood, your hands Rain like sparks on a white all It spreads miles like Train tracks O
RelaxSecrets On My TongueSand slips past my tongue I lie to you with the alphabet, hiding In eloquent highs in basement rooms Glossy windows built from ashes. And most of all destruction Sacred like kamikaze windsSecrets On My Tongue
Scarlet haze form cocaine winds Pushing crosses across my tongue To atone my way out of destruction Playing games and hiding From the devil in the ashes Of Rome. Lost in strangers eyes in a smoky room
Filling my mouth with teeth till I don’t have room For all the apologies that he winds Through my brain like ashes Weighing my addiction heavy on
| I'm just one of those people trying to do something with my life and failing miserably. |
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Don't fuck the system, change it!
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"Get up, survive, go back to bed."
"The old main ingredient in coca-cola used to be cocaine. Now it's caffine. If you can find a difference, tell me."
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