drank up
shake up
way passed
hanged up
caught down like a spider web
the smaller the insect
the tighter the net
dangle dazzle I hate myself
and wish I'd just croak
streets corrode with dynamite
she's prepared to blow
fell down now I hate myself twice
burned my clothes
my wrists are soaked,
I just want to go home
tiger lillies on the beach
a childs reach left cresting waves
to gently leak
the roots the pedals
my boots, my necklace--
all things mesmorize
finalize the prophecy
I think its time to die
blue skies and fireflies
lightening bugs
take this standing up
backwards
forwards,
never alive
mesmorize.