A crescent moon in my southern most window. The time has moved from faster to slower in this "daylights saving." I'm no longer swimming across an ocean like it's the mattress in my basement. I've been stuffed with anxiety. Unleashed in the form of bad dreams. Maybe I'll just start a war for the taste of my own blood.
It's late, and I'm sweating out excuses that would only make your stomach turn. I'd give it all away to make mine do the same. Let's get even.
Just like water takes the shape of where it is held. I was always just a boy until someone yelled "let's get this Man to a hospital." In the haze of a car crash the orange airbag dust covers everything... except what has not been said.
The wolf in sheep's clothing is dancing, while all of the sheep are clapping. Save a kiss for a full moon. The end of the month will mean so much more than airwaves and holidays.
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