Morning is broken

Morning is broken.

Electric blue; suffocate my words.

Drowning like a fish, gasping for air.

The hole I will lie in is golden on the outside.

I have no life, I have no time; I have no chance to care.

Underwater bubbles never float into the sky.

Pressure cooker, need a cuddle, beauty begins inside the eyes.

Rip my head apart, I have a cavity;

Unclear to see all three degrees.

I only eat rice from a chessboard.

Skinny love; I overfeed.

You are just a dream to me, I imagine.

Methinks no drink from a grail can remedy.

I am ok without;

I am ok within.

I am ok with you.

I think.

Lizard tongues whisper fables to all with ears.

I have no gun, I have no mouth; I have no choice to speak or to hear.

I suffer in silence as I lie amongst the Guns ‘n’ Roses;

Plant my corpse alongside the mourning plants.

I am done picking flowers and my arm is already full of POEsies.

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