grows so old x37

[torpe]

even miles away the threat gnaws

grasping every last and chucking it

may my words be a hook in your most delicate flesh

a distraction, what a laugh

unraveling crocheted delusion

oh, but a pawn

and so i cursed the only true voice

solipsistic techno dream carry me

and to all the cowboys that wrangled me

my heart beats too, you know