one_who_was_never_there raze in my dream you are wearing long sleeves black as your hair hanging limp from your skeletal frame that old t.v. with its grey static glow is the only thing keeping us tethered to the world we know when it all goes to hell we will meet by the old brick building i remember so well though i've never seen it before your cheshire cat grin will send a smoke signal into the overcast sky just like a lullaby all my favourite colours split your chest wide open and from that jagged wound viscous liquid pours i wouldn't dare drink it i'll just watch it pool around your ankles try not to overthink it it's not a gesture that's pregnant with meaning 110715 what's it to you? who go blather from