How many angels can sit at the end of the needle
That pierces through the fabric of everything that I had once held
In my life as a sad#st, staring into my damaged reflection while
All my impurities better found in the flip script
Stay right here
She said in a crackling cadence with her wide-eyed, ten mile stare
Return to how I had met you
Is one of her favorite delusional sayings repeated with less conviction upon my calm nerves
Keep ringing the ghost line
Too bad it’s going through
The tone in your voice says I
Should’ve left a message for you
A vacant mind with room to hold more than just small angels
In a delicate display of bone and blood and skin
And a face that smiles whenever it deems appropriate
To act as free as a ship alone in the Pacific waving a white flag
In my dreams
I have the chance to let fate happen instead of believing I had the choice to make a change
Someone else steer me to
The great wall of water created by a power more meaningful than me
I tried to speak these words
I had scrawled on this page
But in this static delay
We’re nothing more than a charade
Forever empty, forever sinking
Can you hear me drowning?
Forever drowning in endless ocean
I’m drowning you out
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