captblacktoe

OH MY GOD I AM BORED-----


I know of nooses
That would hug my throat more gently
Than this moment
When telephones have fallen silent
And curses hang still fresh on our lips
Hoping the others tongue will cut them free
This moment will echo in the lines
So every time I pick up receivers
Ill hear your voice
Screams slowing turning to whispered words
IT HAS NEVER BEEN THIS HARD
Will beat painful rhythms in my ears
Growing louder with each day

I know the weights that lay
Across your back
Threatening broken wills and shattered memories
But my shoulders too are filled
So if I stumble its only
That this heart grown heavy with honesty
And this tongue too weak to push it passed teeth
Now these uncertain waters has risen to run back along my throat
So when I fall stand on my back
Taste the sweetness of every breath