the walls are painted
different every second
my eyes are of chrome
it is television can't let go of my leg
it's itching and bleeding
layer by layer
I'm peeling away and make something happen
burn down my house
stab me in the heart
and make something stop I am slightly shocked
'cause I am so distracted
by how things can keep going
like a dead man's clock I'm passing it sideways
a mirror is hanging
kinda loose on my wall
I'm saying hello
my brother is halfways
through a book I've left him to see what I'd saycalled me today.
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