Lash myself to the unwritten word, await the thought collide Caffeine brain in limbo (a violent still it is) Synonym should be the present, reality is the past Tummy turmoil, wearily obscene The first thought from the wrong direction to lay me low No surprise in the safety of circling depressions It’s a sin to scream from pain to pain That’s not for them but for dreams of candy Lemon heart with a twist of tongue and i’m sprawling from limbo to stutter like a camera in the Now … Continue reading →