Some women opt to sleep or spend the day next to the bodies of their still borns after a miscarriage
A mental practice of writing down our habits once we get threatened
Finding rebellion without becoming gullible
When everything is over priced
Leaning on a wall inspiring synthetic love
Seeing an A+ on the big board becomes harder
It’s not just the anxiety of the piece of paper being found half way across the world
Like shamone
Checked off all those little dreams of intransigence
The nerves catch on fire
Tearing off our own ears is the new joke at work before next month’s KPIs
Even then it’s hard to get lock-jawed
Just trying to enhance the pressure until there’s nothing new
Over sharing no longer in the realm of possibility
Euphoric with the sight of seeing something emaciated at any level
They started taking care of others just for the feeling of disgust
It’s almost impossible to lose that fast ball
Eyes melting away the blotches of purity as more promises are made
Proving a point to an elusive master who stopped caring long ago
Cutting off a limb that has already drowned the corpse
The plan is to blur out the entire body so that it’ll look better for the panel
Someone has to cover the wages
It’s an option that’s certainly been tabled
When it matters most they’re always off the mark
There hasn’t been a prospect like this next one in years
Hovering like drones somewhere above watching
It all comes down to the taste of the masses
A wet stone turning over for a new generation
There’s something to it all which will be better dead
Trust when some people just know where to look
To never being here again hopefully
Even if there are sweet rumors of gentle weeping caused during an episode
Washing away with time that nobody cared about
Vessels still attached by the ropes of the same sad stuff
At the next level it is all about how someone finishes plays
Put the scouts out hungry to sniff around
Working it out to the 3rd degree is just wind without the right branches