a bone slips out of place
i eat five eggs in the morning and hang upside down
i simper my way through the hellfire i chose because i chose it
because i chose it
your disembodied voice is here
i tap my listening mirror
my heart is the very first star to collapse
i search for your red dot every second i should be sleeping
i should be sleeping
i am sleeping
the witch of my youth dies by a venomous mouth
her body is shrouded in a casket of water
i weep in the mirror because i am free
because i am free
in that glowing way the voices came
not by wind nor by sound but
in your smile a lotus through the mud
in your smile the blade and the blood that stains
and the veins that keep the blood that stains
in that glowing way the creatures came
crawling from the scattered dark
to escape the illumining
the illumining
i should be sleeping but
a bone has slipped out of place
and you are not an escape
you are a reckoning
a reckoning
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