Tuesday, May 29, 2012

At my limit

Not what you might
call a breakdown
Accurate as could be
A trial, a test, a final showdown
Flawless despondency

My head started falling out
And I couldn't
Even retrieve it

These walls
have been
crumbling
(I stumble)
down
down
down
down
down

I've been alright.
How 'bout you?
This is nothing.
Nothing new.
We'll make it out.
We'll make it through.
Want something done
then you should
do it now.

Out of control
spinning
spinning madly
Dear God,
Who'd call this house a home?

More like a flesh/blood cage.

My hands
started
crawling 'round
and I couldn't
keep it together.

These walls are
a prison
spiraling
down
down
down
down
down

You were there
right when it happened
Savor the moment
forever knowing

You just
keep it now
locked at home
in the prettiest box
you could hope
to afford.

They'll come find it soon.

My legs have walked the fuck off
and they won't
be coming back again, will they?

These walls are rebelling
the pieces fall
down
down
down
down
down

Not what you might
call a breakdown
Accurate as could be
A trial, a test, the final showdown
Flawless despondency

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