curbdrop out of grace

intake,
as if nothing else matters,
til your heart and your bladder,
cannot take.

knees shake,
beneith the weight of the chatter,
as you watch designs splatter,
and then you break.

there must be something somewhere,
that doesn't seem the same as this,
there must be someone somewhere,
that doesn't see the same.

laughing,
faking sounds of amusement,
perfect precision and movement,
that you fake.

feeling,
as if your body was fluid,
you could melt if you'd choose it,
but you stay.

there must be something somewhere,
that doesn't seem the same as this,
there must be someone somewhere,
that doesn't see the same.

when you're twenty-four,
inbetween lifetimes,
conflicting star signs,
walking the fine line between hope and hell.

posted by fillshe @ 1:17 AM