when you awake in someone elses skin. then you know you're wearing two different shoes. some how the smile's echo gets lost behind the dense gray (matter, day, etc.), fire escapes and outer space. my ancient algorithm, crippled mechanical motion stumbles in with a chap lipped stutter when the words come spilling out, profound but lacking light, im sad today i cant find the time to be sad anymore. still that prodding iron anvil anchors you down, rifting Genesis into segments of negative ends. all i want is to bury my love for being alone. peoples lives stack up in volumes on shelves to stay alive, or on the archway or corner stone of a building. puts money in their pockets and hell in everyone's life. and i dont know what to be sorry for anymore. you never know whose suicide you are helping to create with every step down that hardened road cause you'll always be swimming below an adulterous sea.

"put a penny in the slot and watch an artificial light shine"
-fr