the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011


You may be able to guess, this is the boiling point.
Your veins are like coils in your buckling joints
And your spring-loaded heart full of lead
Is pumping sweaty bullets out of your forehead.
Is it because you think you have a shot?
It's always dark inside the barrel,
So let me see just what you've got.

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