The Wanderer
Kid A
"love and birth"
born, to this romance
life, built upon a spinning knot,
bound and gagged
with this bullet
inside your belly
it swims
a soft soul
with a place to hide
pretend its real
like a child you swing
the limbs of hope
over plump dirt
kick and scream
at the hands of time
surgery, sun-echoed teeth
as the moon or blood
you were cloudy
still. they harvest you
till you break
water, fills the room
wipe the mirrors clean
your lazy hysteria,
your swarming eyes of glue,
touching too deep
the swallowed silk
the porcelain floor
born softly unawake
1:40 am
~well I don't write much here anymore, so I spent the last little while on this... read something about tulips and stillborns to get in the mood, played some radiohead tunes, tried to write something utterly confusing but couldn't help myself, then I couldn't really find a suitable title, so ignore that, it doesn't matter
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I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.
born, to this romance
life, built upon a spinning knot,
bound and gagged
with this bullet
inside your belly
it swims
a soft soul
with a place to hide
pretend its real
like a child you swing
the limbs of hope
over plump dirt
kick and scream
at the hands of time
surgery, sun-echoed teeth
as the moon or blood
you were cloudy
still. they harvest you
till you break
water, fills the room
wipe the mirrors clean
your lazy hysteria,
your swarming eyes of glue,
touching too deep
the swallowed silk
the porcelain floor
born softly unawake
1:40 am
~well I don't write much here anymore, so I spent the last little while on this... read something about tulips and stillborns to get in the mood, played some radiohead tunes, tried to write something utterly confusing but couldn't help myself, then I couldn't really find a suitable title, so ignore that, it doesn't matter
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I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.