3 Libras
May 18, 2008
I always get put into the most depressing mood ever when I listen to this song.
xD
But it’s fleeting, so it’s okay.
It does produce some rather interesting sob poetry.
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#1.
I’ve got everything you need to keep me together.
Teflon rope, hemp rope, nylon rope, climbing rope
It’s all right here
Bundled in piles.
Stuck in knots waiting at the pit of my stomach.
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#2.
On the subject of property, I feel rather green.
This land is not mine, it is merely rented
My toes on this grass are futile
I have no home on this turf.
I’ve been passed over
I’ve been looked over, but I’m living regardless
I can see the rocks underneath all this paint
All my borrowed charm is erasing anyway.
My domain lies in another country
Where the day doesn’t fade into night.
It just shuts off without warning.
Funny, doesn’t that sound familiar?
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#3.
Apprehensive needles hit just as hard
Drawing the life out of me.
I wish I could stop, but I’m addicted to this feeling
The sting reminds me that I’m real
This pain reminds me that I was always right
I’m the author of this story, anyway.
I should have predicted the outcome.
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#4.
City Incense
My trust fell heavy on the rolling hills that surrounded this valley
And I stood there in rigid awe as they bulldozed them straight over
A man and his wicked sneer piloting the devil
It’s ironic, really. He tries to hide.
He doesn’t realize his stench is just as ugly.
Even if his form changes.
And now, all I can do in this place is watch the men digging graves
Watch them place those gray disks over the reeking holes
Trying to conceal the evidence
Trying to prove that there’s nothing filthy down below
And I’m disgusted with myself. Truly.
For putting myself in this situation.
Praying on sticks of city incense to help calm my nerves.
Each drag more potent than the last.
Because I’m fucking shaking from the effort of it all.
And I’m starting to feel like my bones are decomposing.
Rotting away silently beneath my skin and muscle.
Slowly floating away with the pull of the tide.
Just like anything else that was ever worth having.
