are you dead again. and is that why you are calling. are you dead again and is that why you are crying.
dead voices, raise yourselves from your graves. dead places, dig yourselves out.
i hear music coming from the ground. i play games with my head. and we all listen like its a soundtrack. round and round and round and again and again and again.
feel safe, once more. i will treat you to that. sometimes we cry. and its all in vain since we dont listen to anything.
reflections through your singing voice. ghostly figures darting through your eyes. i imagine that this is normal. i try to choose the actions with the most integrity.
then i keep quiet and get silent. steaming. sullen. play games with my head. choose the actions that sing.
kiss you in half sleep. hold on, shut the lights. look at you with a dumb look.
answer the phone. reject calls. say, no please. work, wait. make out. then make due. squeeze dollars from dust.
dream days long. dance in the daylight. drink myself to sleep. roll my eyes to meet yours.
youre dead. shes dreaming. youre glowing. shes drained me. youre amazing. shes flying.
from roofs. from the seams. i feel her jumping from my skin. calling my name. sighing together.
youre dead.
dont do it.