Dropped Dog-Ends

I'm losing my fucking mind.

And I love the slick of it against my palm,

Jerking out the last tendrils of pearly sanity,

The righteous dreams of my soul just to feed

The open maw of the black abyss.

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It's cigarette smoke that pours out but I wish

It was something stronger,

Something I could catch between my teeth

And roll around in my mouth

Like the marble of the well-spoken rich.

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I'm losing my fucking mind

But I never had any intent of keeping it.

I wanted to pass it off on cigarette smoke

And wave goodbye as it threw dangerous seeds

Onto the current of your breath.

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You choke on it anyway, don't you? Lucky.

Shoot me up full of toxic pink fumes

Because I can't choke anymore,

Nothing sets my blood ablaze

The lights have gone dead.

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I don't float on music and running for my life

Doesn't scratch the surface of the desire.

Give me a shot of adrenaline,

Knock me in the teeth and sweep my feet.

Knock me out.

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I'm losing my fucking mind and the stars,

The fucking stars have changed.

What sort of blackhole luck do I have

To be on the blade-thin precipice of satisfaction

And fall the wrong way?