breathebreathe in, breathe outthe world never had a doubtbreathe deep, let goyou can't change what you didn't knowi grew up with a screaming toddleri grew up at six to raise my motheri spent twenty-two years barely treading wateruntil i couldn't take it and started going underbreathe in, breathe deepthe water in your lungs won't hurt you soonbreathe deep, my willwanes and waxes with the phases of the mooni grew up with a lock that didn't workand boundaries that were completely disrespectedin a world where saying "no" still got me hurtmy newfound freedom isn't quite what i expectedbreathe in, breathe deeplet the waves just rock you to sleepbreathe easy, somehowit'll be okay, just look at you now
.wishing your traffic light mindwould break down& give in becausemy lungs have gone blackfrom smoking this insanityfor far too long just tomake you love all of me.
.i'm nothing more than a demon,clinging onto your membranes,preying on the soul you heldfor ransom from me.MaytheGodIneverhadfaithinperishatthethoughtofofferingmercytoyou.
.Behind every smile is a growing secret that can't hide for long.
There's no point committing suicide again.if watching youdrown makes mea sadist,then maybe Ishould incinerateus both together,then again what'sthe point dyingtwice for you.
.not too much moreicicles in the desert.whatever you give me,give it to me undivided.thank you for your quintessence:"if you're out of ordinary,you need a refill."
one.i wish you knew how muchof a killer you made me into -but you'll never know,- because you're already dead.
.i lost my mind between the hollow of his bones and his tongue.
Out of The DebrisCrushed 27 bones while ripping the sun from the skiestraded my iron lung for a swim in the deep bluefound shoreline, flew the coopwith tarred feathersout of the debris, built an ark and grew a spine.Figure 8 bicycle riding rush hour until I crashed and burnedred octagon said I have a broken frame, so I reinvented the wheelrummaged through scrap, tire and handlebarsbrushed off wounded shoulderuntil my hand had callusesout of the debris, built an unicycle and rode off.Came upon a rainbow puddle that told me I was the smallest froghe said, stop chasing that fly on the wallthat the mime cannot seem to escape fromsomehow i broke through.out of the debris, built a hole and crawled in.