Lying there
With a halo in her hair she cried
There are feathers everywhere
But it's fine
You do this all the time
Crying now
Through a rusted smile she knows
This isn't how he paid the bills before
Drug farm entrepreneur
Just watch.
Everyone, grab your popcorn. Grab your soda. Sit yourself at your computer and wait.
Just you wait. You can be present from the beginning as the newest big thing emerges.
Awaken from the mundane. Look past the static. Awaken on a Saturday morning somewhere you've never been and look around, confused because you never went to sleep in the first place. Awaken and listen to the new Bearer of The Word. A new saint heralding a new world order.
Unplug your phone, mute everything. Become hypnotized as you listen only to the voice of this new saint. As if his voice alone is pumping cocaine into your system, become addicted.
This is fact, not fiction
For the first time in years
Just sit, just wait, just watch.
You used to get it in your fishnets
Now you only get it in your night dress
Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness
Landed in a very common crisis
Everything's in order in a black hole
Nothing seems as pretty as the past though
That Bloody Mary's lacking in Tabasco
Remember when he used to be a rascal?
The beginning and the end of Yours Truly
He has broken, shattered, fallen to the ground.
Nothing remains but a raggedy doll. Empty form with soulless eyes.
Gaze and hope your children do not meet the same fate.
Broken, Br o ken down and d e c a y e d
The ink is running toward the page
It’s chasing off the days
Look back at both feet and that winding knee
I missed your skin when you were east
You clicked your heels and wished for me
Through playful lips made of yarn
That fragile Capricorn
Unravelled words like moths upon old scarves
I know the world’s a broken bone
But melt your headaches call it home
If you feel discouraged
When there's a lack of color here
Please don't worry lover
It's really bursting at the seams
Absorbing everything
The spectrum's A to Z
Bursting through the mundane static
You awaken as a saint.
A new bringer of THE WORD.
You awaken on a Saturday morning when you're sure you haven't slept yet.
I am that saint
I am the conduit
I need you so much closer
The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relax
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relapse again
If this is giving up, then I'm giving up... on love.
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