Oh, lately it's too quiet
In this place
And I can feel
The black between
My lids

I can't hide
From cars
And fire
And cholesterol
Forever
Forever

Forever doesn't sound
So horrible anymore
Come cradle me
Coddle
Block my black

Stop cursing
My worthful words
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Penzu isn't working, so Xanga will have to take a semi-unpoetic entry. Sorry, those few who still read this and hate the icky emo gunk that really hides behind these pitiful stanzas.

So, staring at a high ceiling in an emtionally and physically cluttered house, I've been cowering over the prospect of death uncontrollably.

We don't notice it, but death gets closer everyday. I'm so afraid of closing my eyes and reopening them to a dying body.

Fear is incredibly scary.

I may be a liar
lying
And speaking the way I can
With my words
And falling over me
Breaking that boundary
That breaks bones
Breaks arms
Breaks alms
Breaks psalms

But don't you lie
Puffing out your chest
And turning those
Times you cried into times
You lifted weights at the gym

You'd die without my
Mother fucking cornbread
Don't pretend I don't have you by
The emotional neck
And muscles fade
Your jobs with a drill are
Lost

But you'll still be coming home-
to a home that I
made


Suck it