It's a cool place and they say it gets colder. You're bundled up now, wait 'til you get older...
Down
And out, for a count
And a meticulous recounting
Of battlefields with failures mounting
Remains of what has passed
I don't sleep straight through anymore
Growing roots
Deserted pages
Obscure passages unearthed
Out of breath and obtuse
Let these violins beneath my skin
Brain turned to mush
And eyes just sagging
Naïve entitled rat
Ship-jumper borne parasitic
Wayward son, carrier on
Lacking the charisma to truly nest
You'd dispose of me too
I pre-assume
Pre-consumed
In thoughts of me and you
A sight for sore sockets
Torn pages in pockets
Seeking spells I may devour
To get this out of my head
Notes like inkblots wafting
Thoughts of love concocting
In matter gray so softly
Places I thought rotting
You could put me back together
With a kiss or just a letter
Hell you could do it
With a lie
Down
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