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Strangulation isn't a job, it's a hobby, sir.
Bare hills
Where stark figures
Are still standing
In awe,
I was one of them
And you were there too I think
Stuck looking
So small,
Why are we like this?
So far away I can see our
Unguided monsters
Locked up inside us
But we smile,
Stay a while
You say
As you pour another tonic
I reply with action
And grab that glass
Of 100 proof satisfaction
Hoping it'll seal up the cracks
In my personality,
Im like that,
Transparent until proven empty,
Thoughts scattered
And it's mind over matter these days,
The blow lands on the chin
But the pain is in the knees,
Fragile as we are
We still can't call this broken
Time spent on the floor
Hands and knees
Trying to glue everything
Back the way it was
Before Dad comes home,
Trying to find God
In a monitor screen
Or a pale saucer of watered down reality,
And what do you know,
I'm on fire
But I don't seem to mind much,
In fact I can still find the time
To solve the puzzle
Before the lions inside me awake
And drag us all back
Tooth and nail
Flesh and bone
Back to the lake
Where I used to run and hide
Hoping you would find me,
If you can ever get past those
Bare Hills,
That is
