1. 1 year ago 

    can’t think of a title…

    I need this.

    This is a tragic city of circumstance

    You and I are puppeteers

                    Lets play with souls

    I feel the heartbeats trumpet between my thumb and forefinger

    Twist the marionette

    Spiral it real tight

                    Let it go

    Watch the chaos unfold

    See the fake smiling faces

    And dance

    Lets you and I spin until the world rotates so fast it goes flying

    Because we are giants

    We can spin

                    You and I

    “Lets be sad today”

    You dwindle down upon your knees afraid of the ensuing noise

    A quiet life is all you want to hear

    I tell you “get me an icicle”

    You do

    I wrench it behind your eyeballs

    Fear is harmony wearing a mask

    Honey-suckling lips in the distance we can reach if we follow death’s trap

    Take my giant hand scarred by the marionettes of the past

    Eat my heels and depart

    Leave this dust behind, I tell you

                    We can be new. We can be fresh.

    Looking back, what a stupid awful person I am

    Nothing can be new if it exists

    Everything is rotten

                                    eventually

                    We will never adjust to the timeline with the strings rotating above

    You wanted this, I remind you

    This day of quiet realization

    This pool of grief we are wading through

    I will never tell you to hold your breath or

                    To keep your head underwater

    It does not matter if you breathe

    This day, like every other fucking day

    Is not new

    But for us, its the end

    Because the moment you look up into the cloudless sky

    You will see it, hands writhing and laughing

    Moving your limbs without consent

    Twisting

    You will see we are players of our own game

    We have no entitlement

    For this is not my life

    This is not your life

    It’s every life

    Do not try and cut the strings, for you will be the only one who is actually free, but not free you see

    Give me an eraser, I tell you

                    You do

    I get rid of your entire being

    Wake up, smile, tell me

                    “What a frightening dream”

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