out on the open road

 
Standing out in the fall forest, a white elephant

a stand out stand alone looking fo a pack
hoping not to draw the negative attentions
tense with the news
shamed in the blues
ways i knew and now
i just dont know
Silent on the telephone.
in the forest, but not alone

Gestate
The crash
Eat every little piece
Of broken bloody glass

Savour
The flavours of defeat
Bitter and disheartening
To know the blame of this collapse.

Relish
In the embellished truth
Lies told in time
To cover watering eyes.

Bask
In the new clear dawn
Brought in with all the frustrations
Of birds clawing their way south.

Bless
Us and every one
Send them a sign
You're paying attention.

The taste of seatbelt
Ripped through the waste
The sirens cry out fierce
Among the carnage.

A belly full
A sorrowful goodbye
To the joyful times
Blood on the pavement in my eyes.

Grasp
the little hope
In her little ring
Ashamed their is nothing to offer.

breathe
In, out
The jaws tear through
Machines put life in you.

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Pressure

It starts slow
A little drip
A drop
The pressure builds.
A drop
A drip
It starts slow.

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si vous n'arretez pas de me faire sentir comme une merde, et dire je t' aime.

Je pourrais aussi bien ne pas exister.

spit.

forget us not.. we are the..

underbellied, and cut.

cleavered,

kicked in the *ing face.

internet holds no bounds.

texting, sexting..

everything is recorded, even pain.

rationalism?

a loss of sleep.

sleep?

everything is torn.

me?

empty.