GrownInside_mixdown.mp3

on the floor
lies a bottle
cap stuck
body inside
floating

naked
lifeless
breathing in what is left
the container
breathing slowly

each movement is like a knife
a little more in the bone
the warmth
quickly extinguishing
this tool
manifesting in the recovery room
serves as a breath of fresh air
steel and plastic
cotton
the fabric of our lives
catching the blood
catching the life
catching a dream
catching a moment
catching a soft hand
catchign a thrill
catching a part of history

there is no more a thrill now
a flood of emotions in the passionate throws
clutching the bed
hopes glimmering
with a tear in the eye
agnoy with that taste of sweat
left in the vase of life
vassel of life

mindful
never
of the tranformation
started like a super nova

we begin
we all begin
in the same dark room
later to be met with bright lights
the cold chrome
ceiling
is our imprint

not for you

not for you

your mother is a steel claw
your heart beats in a breast not your own

no one cries for you
no one cries for you

Covered in the gore of your soul
trashed and gravel
parts severed and torn to shreds
a bright light is awash on your skin
what parts are left
saved
welcome to your new home
a tube in a closet
injected with plastic

Ill pass by on my way through
nod at what was
what could have been
ill walk away
you dont exist
like the tones of your skin
you do not exist