ink like blood - just blacker
can't tell me what went wrong
the only gift I have to offer
are teeth biting blooddeep
blooddeep into tongue
~
and I'm feeling like
a freakish monster child
of those who sang before me
~
with my back turned
to the mirror burnt
I'm trying hard not to be
what's behind me
~
when I need advice
when even cries
are not enough to outgrow
all you've done before me
~
language is what other people call a Disease
language is what other people call a Machine
~
deeper than the silence within me
is the silence from you
and you all knew before me:
~
language is what other people call a Disease
language is what other people call a Machine
and I'm feeling like
a mutant monster child
of those who sang before me:
language is what other people call a Disease
language is what other people call a Machine
~
*
~

Your voice deep and wide like a slide projected onto my life