"It’s good, to be alive, with you now, at the same time".
"It’s nice, to spend my life, if just this small part, by your side"
"That’s hard to justify, still you rose tint and glorify,
if you could, wear me out, tonight.
Why (why), do you always have to throw (throw), two cent
Do you ever listen to anything you say?
Do you believe the words you spoke today?
Daniel sleeps with a closed fist
His nerves are shattered
"One day, I won’t wake"
"One day, they’ll catch me"
He looks at his watch, like he does every morning.
7:05 like every morning.
Snooze goes off for three minutes from nine, then he’ll lay for two, to clench and massage his wrist.. his fist.
He walks to the bathroom to brush last nights 2am meal, cigarettes and alcohol from his already rotten cavities, always looking over his shoulder in the mirror ahead.
Phototropism - growing towards the light.
A Poem For Swingers, A Poem For The Playgirls of The Universe.