Where do I put my eyes?
In a perfect world everything ends and your tongue would sleep. Aren't you proud when your lips and brain should meet? What a goddamn miserable path that we all lead…
I'm finding out that it doesn't get better. I've fallen out. I’ve found my place; it's here in this hole. Dead weight rotting away… Useless pile of flesh and bone…
Wouldn't it be nice if the sun never returned and I'd be the only one awake dragging my feet through the night?
(In a perfect world the sun would sink down in darkness, this endless ringing would drown. I’d spend a lifetime alone dragging my feet through the night.)
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