i want to taste your redemption, baby but i can't sleep and my eyes are bleeding daisy chains you can't see them but they're there. I'm not breathing, i'm just exhaling and inhaling and exhaling and inhaling and i can't feel anything but isn't it better than nothing? better to feel pain than to feel nothing at all, better to bleed than to curl up in a ball on the floor and spill golden regret out of every crevice of my body until i'm nothing more than a empty shell stitching lost love into my arms, but maybe i've got the sun in my eyes and it's blinding me but there's nothing left to see. i'm speaking in tongues, darling i'm just a bruised ego in a cup and maybe i'll be of use someday (it's not today) and i'm dripping out of your hands like hymns and prayers and i don't even believe in god. god won't hear me, not now, so what else is there to do but drink kerosine out of your exposed ribs because you haven't eaten in days. my lips are sweating ink and there's oil pooling on my tongue because I can't say anything but i want to but i can't. Cat's got your tongue but you've only got proverbs in there anyway, nothing of any use but they still hear you and they can't hear me, did the unholy words get you before I did? Honey i'm just the spaces between your words doesn't that mean i've got a purpose? but no, all you've paid me with has been
silence.
