If you could, would you come
Back with me
To the places i once died?
Where my body
Overdosed and dizzy
Gripped by panic, heaving empty, burning, Unliftable
lies.
Stand by me, stand by me, we are strong.
Dark red walls, heavy metal. Shriek of gulls, empty house shell.
Slide through a slew of crystals,
Thick dark makeup, squat juice, dubstep, britrock,vodka to
turkish car music,
Pots dull bumping,
Kitchen filling up with condensation
Grey carpets,
Room
Room
Room, purple and gold
canopy over your bed
Sticker, smiling
Face smiling on the glass
Cold glass cold window
Cold, touch the cold window
Single glazed, single glazed, this is a single glazed window
You can almost feel the outside through your fingertips, almost more than if you
Were to touch it, the cold glass is like a
Stethoscope,
'Please'' you think, 'please'
Feeling your fingers are touching the last living possibility that turns back on u
Like bile at the back of your throat reswallowed,
But then how is the air so pained, how is it so saturated with, with, with with
As though it were cells, air cells, each slightly leaking
Only slightly leaking their juices which they are full with, heavy with like
Water balloons like sagging breasts, only slightly leaking and collecting
Meaning there is a feeling, there is a sensing, there is a liquid
That conducts the electricity slightly. There is a conducting presence
That only conducts slightly, as it is slight, only
A leaking
But what it conducts is immense, so there is a feeling of lacking
But what it conducts isn't lack, it is the lack of what is conducted,
Or is it that lack is conducted?
that is the feeling that is conducted
As my fingers touch this window and
Open it, breathe the sounds, the air backgardens quiet amplified noises not city like
Not country like
Where are we
Ornamental gardens babars palace
A childrens book, another world
Make it be real, i wish
I could be in another world where perfection
Where images, ideas are real, where comfort is real and not always
Where comfort is real
Comfort is real
Comfort is real and not always
Illusory and harmful,
Illusory and harmful
Babar
She says
'How do i love you?
Let me count the ways.
I love you for not burying me completely.
I love you with the passion of a child, of a martyr. Of a mother.
Yes, a mother.'
And i will say, mother, now you can leave me. Rest in peace, i love you.
Now there is another.
Will you be that person?
And how
How will she rest in peace
When all she ever knew
Is loneliness and grief
Pining
How how do i let her go
I want to hold her
I want to hold her
I want to love her
I want to tell her she is perfect, beautiful, everything
She desires, misses
Believes
Everything she believes, believes in is possible
Tell her
Go back and tell her
We have to go back and tell her
- Love