whatiwas

["shard."]

slain betwixt the twain, i'll combine the antediluvian with the emergent and both of them will sound equally cliche. i don't really have much to say, and not in that "i open my mouth and nothing but silence comes out" bullshit metaphorical way, i just don't have the words to say anything right now. so it becomes this, thrown away for the sake of throwing anything, life in mixed metaphors becomes so thin, this is a re-recording, after all, and it's only so long before the tape snaps. slain betwixt the twain, i'll cross the awkward with the careless and maybe you can meet me in the middle, i want to say in a dream but sleep doesn't yield too many songs these days.

(give me a kiss, goddammit, shut the fuck up and don't bother wanting to untangle the subplots, my story isn't that interesting and it's all online anyway, so look at me and like my sneering self-deprecation and kiss me with the kisses of your mouth, kiss me with the kisses of your mouth, kiss me with the kisses of your mouth, kiss me with the kisses of your mouth, kiss me with the kisses of your mouth, kiss me with the kisses of your mouth, kiss me with the kisses of your mouth, kiss me with the kisses of your mouth, kiss me with the kisses of your mouth, kiss me with the kisses of your mouth and maybe then I'll want to listen to you, because then maybe you'll want to listen to me.)

i think it goes without saying that i'm laying on the floor in shards, killed in duplicate, i'll combine the loose with the virgin and both of them will sound equally repressed.