Wednesday 4/03/2013 12:38:00 AM

yellow bridges stab the dark. digging roads through the drowning. the grey suits us. stirred by the moonlight. to quieter wars.

broad soldiers boast their atoms. the brutal science of division. and the lost.

we are only young when we are in love.

want blossoming in purple and blue. swelling bruises tighten the skin. on mangled bones. at first, this small world makes us big. later we discover how easily we fit inside it.

dying comes in the pinches of cocks and the shudder of intoxicants. god lives in the piss of cocaine and the vomit of heroin. anywhere else he is only a visitor.

all the songs lament the same. wanting more.

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