Chasing no white light. No interest in fate. Since death comes in three I’ll try my best to stay in 4th place. We’re all funerals waiting to happen. Always expecting less than beating hearts and pumping chests. We’re the anticipatory dead and death’s found her place in your bed. I’M DEAD TIRED OF CHECKING FOR MY OWN PULSE. MISTAKING THE BEAT OF A HEART FOR THE RATTLING OF BONES (if only love wasn’t so alone). This bathroom is just a place for me to recollect myself. But the man in the mirror is at my throat, I feel I’ll resurrect myself a dawn. Close enough but we’re out of cigars. My mind keeps wandering to the flowerbed sea, where I fear the man standing will be me. Where I fear I’ll see my friends pushing daisies. I’m dead tired of checking for my own pulse mistaking the beat of a heart for the rattling of bones. We’re all funerals waiting to happen. THIS IS PURGATORY LUST. ARE WE THERE OR IS IT INSIDE OF US?
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