Sunday, August 19, 2007

9.1.1.

I’m a bone that you suck.
My love for you is a tumor.
Killing me so tenderly.
Please remove it from my head.
Take my blood and my brain.
I’ll dissect my thoughts later.

My emotional disease.
You don’t have to speak.
State of emergency.
My heart is burning.

9.1.1.
Cells on fire.
9.1.1.
Electric skies.
9.1.1.


My personal disaster.
You’ll never stop it.
State of emergency.
My soul is bleeding.

9.1.1.
Long distance calls.
9.1.1.
Stars have collapsed.
9.1.1.

I’ve got dead lights in the eyes.
Human bomb with no symptoms.
Liquefies every piece of me.
Give it to worms and science.
Forget what I used to be.
I can’t stand it anymore.

My personal disease.
You’ll never stop it.
State of emergency.
My heart is bleeding.

9.1.1.
Still in red zone.
9.1.1.
Asphyxiation.
9.1.1.


My emotional disaster.
You don’t have to speak.
State of emergency.
My soul is burning.

9.1.1.
Digital earthquakes.
9.1.1.
Asystolic ways.
9.1.1.


I’m a bone that you suck.
My love for you is a tumor.
Killing me so tenderly.
Please remove it from my head.
Take my blood and my brain.
I’ll dissect my thoughts later.
 
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