The thing about
sanity
Is
Absolutely nothing
It
does not exist
Sighing I repeat
his opening line
Before the show
I’m insanely in love
With you
Deep satin wailing
Inside my vessels
Sailing in a line
Of all real numbers
Sleeping
in a dark
Purple chair
The metal sits
To pass time
Wait on the bed
Dressed in skin
He’ll remember you
Soon enough
Holes caressing
Needles
Doctors give me life
You thought I was
Shooting up
I blew my face
Out of my mind
Oh there it goes
Only
I saw
Balloons
across the sky
Spilling acid rain
On
my one-man parade
Hold still
Their words seem to
Stay
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