smooth passageways
the terrain was hostile
still i climbed down
when you go from a bad place
to a better place
you go to a worse place first
“from bad to worse”
“i look forward to being arrested”
she contested
lines will be drawn or written
he says he hates me cuz he’s smitten
i lie like a kitten
soft and rarely hidden
the steel crumbled
like you and me
too little too late
concrete at the gate
i returned
to see who you follow
no apologies
cuz you are hollow
like a rotten tree
is that the shadow of the moon blocking the sun?
but you can’t forgive what we’ve done?
but why are the clouds so close to my smoking gun?
like walking through a sea of foam
covered all over your home
we walk alone
something is afoot
but not adrift
i’m lost i admit
the glass is smashed
i’m coming last
like a homerun, my wrath is fast
the sheep are nestled in the ruins
the moon is soothing
50 foot swells are brewing
she’s the worst kind
need hill or mountain
just to climb
air into lungs
before you lose your mind
she is mine
it’s like you and i are chasing a rogue planet
chipping away at nihilism like granite
and you’re collecting names of everyone i yell “look whose done it”
i don’t wanna come back as a cockroach
that’s a big nope
i promise you
it’s always regret
those final moments
drawing last breath
were the FBI the cleanup crew?
would you draw a gun on me, if to your land i flew?
never go head first into a body of water
or down in a cave, where you’re wishing there’s some vodka
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