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"I'm a monster singing through the side of a left eye."

Have you ever hung your insubstantial self on the hook jutting from Solitude's spine?

Have you ever kissed the coy mouth of ruinous Temptation?

"This is the sound of my miseryhead..."

I am well beyond the borders of self-control now.

Skirting the cemetary of sentience and laying bare my back for plastic-cast lashes (like the words from your too-labored lips!), I tiptoed along the track where the needle bites and sings. I hurthurthurthurthurt so like spit through silk, inaffluent wax words bleed "she needs." Ineffible effusion, here!

"We've taken medication so we can run away from another day..."

Meet me in the tower where along the ocean's bottom sliver-slaver slate plates lined in legs wait for a date with one who's how-can-I-have-really-died?

Losing the battle, now. Losing the battle. Losing the battle. Losing the battle. Losing!

Lost it.

She's lost it.

In tinsel screams allow me to proclaim the means for my escape...

"Back into curling wick through shells of self and skinicide."