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SkippingI'm sat in the tick of the nightSkipping by ~Existence-is-Futile
but it's light tocking by
from the street light
in the corner of my eye/
It's late and I'm thinking
I should sing
or just whistle
but I can't so I shrink
and just listen to the skittle
of the rain on the pavement/
The rain that's behaving so wierd
it just whistles by
never a single direction
carrying the reflection of a laugh from down the road/
I shiver in the cold/
I sit and I scratch at my skin
it's itching
like the thoughts in my head on repeat
So I just listen to the skittle of the rain on the pavement/
They're shouting now, it's not funny anymore
sounds like a war's kicking off
and I'm building
wordswith feeling i find words dont comewords by ~Existence-is-Futile
choke on moments too hard to swallow
and scratch my fingernails along
the words from which I am born.
holding friccatives in tongue
whilst vowels pour from lips undone
and sentences escape my grasp
and sentence you before i can catch them
these are my words though i
i dont claim hold to them
spoken through my eyes
and palms no longer hollow
these are my vows and i
cannot deny them
Shout them louder through tight lips and eyelids
refusing to open
Bathea harsh brew gone cold,Bathe by ~Existence-is-Futile
up all night and down in spirits,
thinking of you
of them
of me
of her
we are
what we're not
what we were
what will be,
but it won't...
it cleanses, they say
in body or spirit-
of which, we're not sure-
rolls over with a quiet murmer,
whispers sweet vanilla lyrics
and droops back,
still humming forgotten memories
cradle us
til born anew
they say.
ice hot screws throw out a bellowing din
groaning and building
rolling through the belly
of a beast that chokes and spits,
smooth white shattered with blue and silver spears,
flecked with licks of fire.
lurching over, we peer in waiting
for a g
2I never wanted2 by ~Existence-is-Futile
many things, in fact:
the spark from flesh,
dead batteries
I never wished for that.
the piercing glare
through transparent bones
and the skin wandering
valleys they know more than I should.
prayers of gritted teeth
never to need.
stringing ears with silk and rosary
and numbers drawing stories
teeth and bone
and eyes
breath
scars
scarred
scarred
scarred.
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and call you all awesome. 
decided for reasons beyond my grasp to give me a yearlong premium subscription. 
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