TERMINAL MISTAKE DAY

Dressed inside this hated skin
very crowded so many squeezed in
we argue dragging fingers across our teeth
imagining them on the table
all in line so very neat
tongue is split like a cabaret club
alcohol lashed -no saviour from  eaten past
crashing along a corridor covered in fresh leaves and season snom
suicide my victim thrown away
Terminal mistake day

we hate each other guess cowards always do
pleasure is to discover broken white bone
laid as the pillow for my stolen head
Autumn sheds all  lovers
collected in small glass cells

small white brown dogs sing to those breaking tunes
dispatched from tiny hopes we have not secured
life has become the door death bolted
science projects recoil atour attempts
to join corpse and renew
mystic trees floating black in cloudy dreams
mechanical limbs jolt in electric burnt verses
happiness is drowning voodoo

arriving to forgotten dazed destinations
we emerge the skin releases pouring out flexing views
laughing black tarmac roads
routes taken ,pills dropped.
surviving is another day in crucifiction

every fucking day
ends up
TERMINAL MISTAKE