He spells the chime to ask the chair
He may not seem to give you much
Yet its all there leading you
The right you make the less you see
Leads to the end
That tells it all…
Bleeding hands find their way
The picture folds till all is gone
Bleeding hands find there way
I can’t let go of what is…
As he frowns
The evening's gone
For the space to mimic words
For the space to mimic words
On insecure delusions
Fill the air
Yawning and screaming
I lose my mind
For the thing that rights me
Has been taken from Me
This Fuck that I call myself
Leaves me behind
To pity the eyes that have left me here
Restless...
I abandon my seeding mouth
Rested...
I abandon my careless mind
Bleeding hands find their way
The picture folds till all is gone
Bleeding hands find there way
I can’t let go of what is…


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