#genran

tie me down crowing about a crown of flowers curl my palm into the hollow of your cheek (oh my god drown me) and here we have the soldier hands covered in blood and knives (and something  else;but we don't talk about that) look how the blind man cries tonight see these bones on the grass frost building in the cavity between your ribs and  your skin SCREAMING MURDER IN THE HALLWAY (THIS IS THE ONLY WAY YOU CAN HEAR YOURSELF THINK THIS IS THE ONLY WAY ANYONE KNOWS WHAT YOU ARE) you, love, you, goldfinch climbing windowsills creep in the dead of night, cicatrix spiderwebs here, here, here, in the small of your back (can you feel me, here, crawling into your skin?can you feel me sewing our palms together, goldfinch?) "and the world will revel in wonder and delight--"

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stop comparing me to the sun, i like the stars better, stop texting me at 3 am, i'm actually trying to get sleep now. stop quoting that godamn song i've already thrown away that CD. stop trying to break your way in through the cracks in my skin and stop trying to push me back into the ocean, it's the winter, and you know i don't want to swim. please stop talking to my friends because they want to hear from you even less. you came into our lives and broke a few hearts and smashed a few bowls. i don't need to back to stop my breathing, because everytime you start to talk i start to shake, and shaking leads to screaming at 4 am when you've stopped texting already. anyways, you can't see the sun at 3 am, only the stars, so why are you trying to get a sun tan then? you're a fucking idiot because the only thing that gives you a sun tan is the sun, but you're too afraid of getting a sunburn

the world is in revolution, kids are dying on the streets and there is screaming at all hours of the day. your oppressive ways have got to go because the world has finally took off the 'cool and collected' mask that stated everything bad happened "in the olden days". each new thing is like another crappy plate broken after a breakup. everything's adding fuel to the fire and soon the whole world  be up in flames, and it's a real revolution. when i was younger they told me all those things were cured. they told me that war didn't really happen anymore, and that people just didn't die for nothing, and they told me that racism was a thing of the past, it didn't leak into everyday life anymore. so I believed that they were all gone, but it's time to open your god damn eyes and realize that there's a reason the world is burning up. recently i watched this movie ((you all know what is, its named after a singing bird)) and this girl said  "what if real life was like this" but as I sat there I realized that there was almost nothing different. ((except that was fiction, and this is real life)) please wake up and smell the burning before it's too late, and you're caught up in the flames. this world is in revolution, and no one's going down without a fight.

"oh, there you are", and i’m not sure where i’m supposed to have been here we are again angelflower tying stones to our chests and waiting to drown (this is okay, i swear to god, or something like that isnt that what i’m supposed to say?) i want to set the world on fire, gaslit galaxy isnt it so fitting? isnt it just perfect? i wonder how many astronomy problems you havent solved and you say, "god this isn't important right now how can you be a god when you're not immortal" sometimes i think you can feel me bleeding from 1643 miles away this isn’t neverland anymore-- what are you afraid of? something about cornfields and misery heartbeats and almost like you said something you shouldn’t have,isn’t it? you’re always so proud, you’re always so hungry. by god, you old man, you weathered, withered, beast grab a shovel, grab whatever you can this isn’t neverland anymore-- this isn’t andromeda,no galaxy here, no stars or planetary confinement, and you were never icarus.

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