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in a casket
in her backpocket
i feel my hands around my throat
in middecember
the tired millennium
will start to function like a GHOST resounding in my skull
a body fractured
a body ruined
sometimes a bodys like a joke
an image drowning in the hive of spirits
concentric cries eccentric jolts
there are things i cant admit
there are things i cant allow
the spyders rising from the pit
and slowly crawling out my mouth
in an instant
a million daggers
cld borrow time to slit yr throat
in the echo chamber
snakes slither sleepless
they reunite and lead a host of fornicating rays of light
the body poisoned
and without organs
until the ocean claims us all
a truth fragmented
the fragments lost in a pile of broken bones
there are things i cant admit
there are things i cant allow
the spyders rising from the pit
and slowly crawling out my mouth
oh my lover wont you
rings of saturn as i
decide to sink into the sun
i shed my skin for wayward yearning
and you write songs to raise the dead
walking backwards into new religion
i dance the future on yr flesh
oh my lover
oh my atomic structure
perennial sickness in my head