7 miles from meaning
and the last boat is half gone
could catch it by flying
but it's useless to flaunt.
7 seconds of dreaming
still waiting on the sun
for heirlooms and grieving
for things already done.
7 hertz in canals
rowing the way to eden
lazarus is screaming
and the harpies all come.
seven times until morning
seven times until dawn
seven ideas gone drifting
come back around again.
it isn't just this moaning
the moon low and the tide wrong,
it's all your amazing
reasons to go on.
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she wants backstory.
I was just thinking about sevens and elevens...
All my thoughts are a mess, in the spreading time awake. My bones are so tired, they think its easy. What made the man out of me? Was it the same thing that took the fun out of me? Consistent resting pain, where is the dream? I paid my dues just to keep you alright. Simple times, simple desire. What should I have said, what should I have done? The horses are here, the damage is done. I'm just the skeleton.
Letter Or Number...
Nothing, space, void, null, black, empty, zero, anti-, sweet fuck all, oh, nadda, blank, minus, worthless, nil, shelf, meaningless, pointless.
If I don't laugh and I don't cry, at least I can take comfort in that some day I'll die...
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