sign my farewell with the chimes of clock radios 7a.m. sun reveals a failed

cherubim dangling from the rafters like a sentimental ghost floating midway

between the curse of the sky and you this noose carries what atrophied wings

can't don't you want me disenchanted a deader shade of sorry buried from the

neck up in a slipknot dragging my feet through the dead air suspended a

fallen chair length from the ground when you found me when they finally

found me this halo fit my throat I am your contorted angel writhing at a

loss for wings swelled tongues tell of brighter eyes a severed spine of

better days like the deafened clicks of a blue lipped off the beat pendulum

I just wanted to be something more than enough of my God I don't think I'm

breathing Jesus Christ when did I stop breathing oh my God I can't hear

myself breathing this is all I know of flying my eyes set on you like stains

in memory of romance