I’m part of a crack; an idea that you lack
and I’ve bought myself down into mystery
Inviting in dreams I’ll have to look over
Bringing them in
—again and again
but it’s nothing like what’s coming
nothing is like this cruel ending
-s’s.
something crawls out of landfill
something light and surprising
as I recall secret antics
I do to keep on watching
-s’s.
Lists Hanging on the wall Were of no use now Because I found a way out
I found a way out
we were a firecracker Nobody dared to watch What dies fast Never is enough
The Face of Another (1996) Dir. Hiroshi Teshigahara
am I so soft and alone as they say that I am, in dreamland?
dream of an ugly diary, destined for the bin
seemed like a pretty thing, a life less full of sin
But I'd want
you to know
I'd happily
dissolve
I don't have
much more to do,
I'll tell you
that, yes,
I'll happily dissolve
-s's.
No Beauty without Stench when my head hurts like nothing else my sideways thoughts come up quite a bit to bug me to death destroy what I had, there's no beauty without its stench
-s's.
I'm tired of living this through time and time again Seeing you feels Like being dead promise I will stop or promise I won't whatever the choice you don't have to know -s's.
still, after 7 years of life has passed,
all the childlike ache I used to know rots lonely in my mind,
unrecognizable dark
unbearable stench
-s's.
I can't see your art, I don't know what beauty beneath eyes like yours could be, what it looks like, how you’ll love, what you’ll know, why I should follow you home -s’s.
heaven’s deserted. Hell is at its peak, now I wish it wasn’t Wish that I could sneak out
-s’s.