hang up the muse

Unprotecting myself for your pleasure

It's an echo Those words Slowly diminishing down the heart tunnel Sometimes I forget names and places but Every feeling remains in tact What people never understand is that I do understand All that there is of me The grotesque grime of this body you choose to oblige And I'm sorry you feel like you don't have another choice Because she still hasn't chosen you So here I am

painted you a thousand times black ebb and flow the way you move the way you move me painted you a thousand times black stiff peaks and flowing trails curves and lines all undefined the only thing I know of you is where you are

you never spoke a word your pain was silent like grass growing overnight out of wet dirt wet dirty anecdotes you always had things that made me laugh to the point that my chest felt a thousand bricks gasping for air watching your hands create sonicscapes you never spoke a word but I hear you now I hear you now

I must count the things that I do have.