It smells like poison in the crowing morning Its 4am and bleeding orange on blankets I woke myself to save the thought or morning The bee of blacking bark and non electric Im shivering in spite of middle summer The cabins wood panels eat the runner They cut at the access to my heated water And brought a summons to my front door Ive been away for half a year on kill And now Im back and everything is spiders Im in too deep to leave the things that is And there is no one left that needs it more Ill do whatever, light myself on fire Ill choke myself with every kind of wire Ill FUCKIN dance while I am dying out Slow down. Bees Strangers in a cradle on my front lawn Working on a Monday rarely happens now My hair is losing color but Im stronger now My cheekbone is wiping up the tile floor I am still a stubborn elk of noisy pastures I create the meat that you are eating after But I do what I can do and not afford So I grab my dirt and try to cling to more Becoming what a tribal humans sposedto is Against what every grown man would say this is Light Me on fire in my FUCKING sleep
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