Fine AgainI'm sitting on a dingy bathroom in some motel bleeding from one wrist or the other, maybe both, but I haven't the strength to open my eyes and look and I haven't the will to remember. What would my lover say, if she saw me now? Would she tell me I'm alright? Would she say everything's going to be fine? Everything's going to be fine again.Fine Again
The toilet's got no water in it though it is speckled from drunken expeditions
and bulimic dreams. And if I were to look in the mirror
would that crack down the center allow me comfort? Would it allow me to onl
Miniature madness
peers through its delusional
vision of existence
and carresses
the rush of flame
as it strikes another
from the guest list
--
we accept the love we think we deserve
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