cause and cause of the effect caused by the cause
mumbling madness, meet my mouth disused illusion, come to play wandering free, wondering... this whiteness of your eye ... it's leaking
matter most what matters now grains of gray incomplete pounded into flesh dry, heaving breathless screams ... held tight... white knuckle-suprise
bring me my dreams wrapped in flimsy paper a tiny knot of old-style yarn keeping sanity caged inside where it is mostly safe to tread
gone, mighty wind gone and forever-more away, away away with thee thy broken claw and twisted tongue
wherever might thy light shine now is it made to butn or just to scold
do you sleep when you dream?
as I compress my fase to the padding on my wall. I think I hear your voice my screams always go in to the padding... never out are you in there? are you... do you hear me as I hear you? I can hear you scratch and pound the wall on the other side on the other side... always on the other-side
... is it me or is it you on the other-side?
maybe you're in the right place and me... in the wall...
sadness strike like a mallet to the face
you always know it's coming ... always know exactly when and where but you can never prepare it always suprises you ... catches you off-guard to break you, I guess... to make you small and managable ... which is stupid because I'm always tiny and always calm and always in pain... so what can you do... I need my sledge... my mallet to the face... to feel... any-damn-thing...
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