dry.tonight- have you seen the world [end]

.tell me a story of my life. as seen through beautiful eyes
bright- and the trail of passion/silk in the sunset
brok.en, and I'm so fucked

drunk and lonely, sometimes: we all need a hand
on the face of my clock- counting down the days until september
a dream of color and gold. and your breath is drenched in atrocity
taste the tip of a bullet, and hope it splits your skull
swallow. our faded tomorrow

and your hands dance an outdated symphony.
orchestrated chaos, as your lips kiss a paper sky-
hearbeats kicked in tune to neverwhere
and perfection is an illusion. voice cracking on the line


drunk and lonely, and I'm brok.en/
and somehow- I hate tomorrow. a bookshelf in the corner

as faces are forgotten- we're lost
fixated.with a chapsticked lip- and a tongue of poison
it's over. fin. the grand finale

and we're all so broken/ this world is fucked

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