A Fire's Coma

Passed out in the cold of your days

you left your last note for us to hold in our veins

passed out in the cold of your days

you left your last note for us to hold in our veins

I know people die all the time but you were never supposed to

dwindle live off of my fire don't spindle

into a space where you're incapable of complaining

you never shut off the lies before

that's the truth of the matter don't matter now

just speak to me / say to me anything devoid

regardless of any scores we had to settle

any sores forelorn now not what's testing our mettle

it's the kettle of your body I'm certain we both feel pinned in

but I understand I can never fully understand the difference

'cause I'm feelings haughty

and I'm sure you're feeling haunted if anything

the ghosts are battling

crackeling against the walls of your rattling breath

contest for what's left

of your dripping best in show courtesan rose fluids

rows of tubes imbued from nostrils and mouth / hot holes

exhume from your wavered invaded no longer so sacred chest

don't stress

the chemicals will act as they're supposed to //

blow. through. vampiric daylight.

dire. mating. left me here.

faux. color. out of sorts. pint of beer.

circular but not connecting you strove / too hard to circumvent drunk on spirals I wish you could have known how to bend to the winds of my love / arteries only collapse when shoved / I wish you knew / I wish you wouldn't try so hard if not I might know you do / clogged hops hipping come on and sit up pop / you awaken with break neck speed / lucidity only means that you get you're dreaming / hello father / good bye daughter / farewells fuck like peace and empty titles / sign the deed / extinguish the death of flame in the reflection of a clockwork's face your time remains unbeknownst subtly obscene and idle / farewells lift luck like elephants onto one quarter inch mantles / I am an unsettling sabretooth unhandled mammals that size sure cannot rest on the weight of a one life stain / tell me what's the pain / what's the song / what went wrong / where's the manhole / dendrites of your supposed to's fractal my presence into old dreams where I wept into the canals of the mind's maze / passed out in the cold of your days you left your last note for us to hold in our veins

passed out in the cold of your days you left your last note for us to hold in our veins.