she stares at me like i'm dying inside of her, and i don't know where to go from here..i close my eyes to focus in on the buzz, but all i get is a psychedelic rewind..when the orbs open again and reactivate, i am always bound to swear the room was previously filled with flowers and the flesh of real life movies..but as i trace the wall back to its origin, i know it was always just me...me crawling to the corners..me wondering when too much became not enough..my illness has soaked in the clouds of these corners for many moons, and the grey that stretches across the sky is my skin one day..but meanwhile, back down on earth..female apparitions come and go, posing as spurts of mutilated mother..their promises that span time always curl up and drown (cat in bag) within lying waters..waters wash down medicated me and try not to leave a bad taste in ones mouth..but that's another phase..no such thing as always tonight..chasing the clock..............................i wish i could take your loss away but my hands are on fire...........................when you start early, you always arrive late..morning..sunrise..sorry..my words are wasted..so i say my friends and lost ends, why say anything when it can be sung..why nail anything down when it can be wind swept and hung..she stares at me like i'm dying inside of her and i don't know what to do, because deep down inside i die to want every you..sometimes never..sometimes forever..only the race of your veins make me come back for more.