vortex ² [poetry] ✓

viii. vortex; sped up reprise [tw]

broken glass - lizzy mcalpine
“but here we are; i know you've been hurt, but you did it first to me.”

draining heat, stuffy air and camp fires
dancing, guitar music and wrong wires
connection failing, it might take a while
a volunteer for flight mode, i like offline
without you i think i might be long fine

i've been off the system, and off the line
the radio's hissing, going blury-eyed
the city killed my favorite star tonight

you loved me dry, my ink is spilled
the lights and all my joy are dimmed
might die, maybe your dream's fulfilled

your words threaten me with landmines
can't wait to see if they can get me killed
and even though i'm at risk with my life
we both know it wouldn't make you win

but a boy can dream, so just set an until
cause you don't want to miss the border
for overstepping, your line is too thin

order me wine, you'll take a bottle of gin
let's celebrate a house of carts you build
with the same stragedies it's always been

explain while my skin's collected chills
after all this time, i'm stunned by this
hearing all the methodes you use to kill

you have a venom wearing board to pin
and i would almost dare to admire it
if i didn't know i'll be your first victim