Through a million microscopic pores this is how I'm exposed (insert unpleasant memory) this is how I atone.
I've been kissing seeds that descend from firmest heavens; holy shit my dreams are designed like steel swords; there's a man on your street shooting something that looks just like me.
I can't afford salvation, thread me something more like "destroy the bays" I can't keep up with concepts like longevity-- it's taxing on my body and mind. so expect some dependency soon. I can't keep up with concepts like longevity- it's taxing on my body and mind.
don’t forget projectile weapons don’t forget infatuations.
I keep missing messages sent from fiercest heavens, you could say I smell like regret and headaches, I walk into rooms and I waste my time as a wall. I fell like I wanted to fall, and I'll say that there's beauty in that, I'll call that authentic.
i can’t afford to wait this one out. like "count out the days." I can't keep up with concepts like longevity- it's taxing on my body and mind. so expect some dependency soon. I can't keep up with concepts like longevity- it's taxing on my body and mind.
How I atone
Broken: different states of an apologetic body; two bodies and a stream of subconscious, inspired by pianos doing nothing but tugging and attacking my has beens and would bes if it wasn't for all the should bes.
When and where from did this weakness come? it's washed up on these yellowed leaves. Sad sentences join, and directed. I'm sections of ripped and repaired. so it arrives and it writes on my limbs: these are illusions.