i write.

this is where i get especially angsty



Perhaps I ponder too often
The place in between breaths
The acid water of Lethe is forever
Flowing down my neck,

Burning down the vault of reason
Melting it down into bullets
Landing in the palm of my hand
And then I hear the oceans cry

And bullets drop
Like automatic rain
Reason hits the hand
Blasting through finger tips

And I watch the ocean
Torture its foaming fingers
And my own I glance
Reason is no longer pounding though them
Flesh, graced with blood is left dry
Salty, like the ocean