I woke up on the wrong side of the floor.
\nTorn, cut-up, aching and wanting more.
\nStars spinning, head fervently bruised.
\nHere’s something only I get to choose.
\nYour voice caught me crying again.
\nMoral choice won’t mean nothin’ then.<\/p>\n
Cold comfort in resolution. It must be nice to see how it ends.
\nI thought I could untangle this mess, but I’ve never been one for success.
\nLike 3AM I’m technically morning, but still in the dark.
\nKick me where it hurts, I want to feel you when I come to.<\/p>\n
My senses are sharper than yours.
\nOf course.
\nMy restitution will never come.
\nI’m done.<\/p>\n
Can we all stop pretending life is anything more,
\nthan a black spot of grease stained on the kitchen floor.
\nThen maybe we can take life for what it is,
\njust a one-way trip aboard a rock warmed by a slow explosion.<\/p>\n
I woke up on the wrong side of 25.
\nTorn, cut-up, aching but still alive.
\nStars colliding, synapses all too soon.
\nThoughts wondering how I’ll make it till June.
\nYour voice caught me crying again.
\nPure noise, static means nothing.<\/p>\n
Move swiftly to the end.
\nMove swiftly to the end.
\nMove swiftly towards the end.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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