Tuesday, November 18, 2008

milk honey scabs and protein.

this is heaven
this is hell
we're all here from somewhere else
the sky is growing
the ground is dripping
i have melted into my nauseous liquids

we're being tortured
like the cockroach on his back
we're being burned
like toast in the hands of an old man

we're all made of milk proteins and honey and scabs
we are gone and you are blue and red with mad

don't leave
don't come
your eyes are red with the flames of the sun
we're getting closer
to our home
your skin is coming off to reveal the glow

i'm mad at he who knew and didn't tell him that didn't
i knew what he knows now but he never knew then what i knew then

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