i let the light sink inside my skin just so i can breathe again balancing the weight between creepy and obsessive the world of the weight s on my back backwards wait words back me in a way i need to be accepted everything is relative the world is full of skeletons dancing to the rhythm to pretend that theyre alive but i dont got a bone to pick especially when theyre broke and hit the funny one its cumbersome to wonder why they try a fifth in my right hand quarters in my left until my half life is a hole inside my chest if i sit and listen with this individual diction is it indiscriminant or just a symptom of the sickness or a metaphor of change to break a dollar people write their letters for a chain id rather write a chain letter its better for the pain and the people in my life that always said i was insane ill throw a noose around the sun and be the pendulum tick tock tick tock ill wait until the medics come ill be so high and so bright that if you want me back youll have to sit and watch the setting sun bring my body to the ground before they catch a breath theyll be calling it profound martyrdom for beautys sake decorates the landscape as everybodys hands shake from quality they found this is what its like to taste the heavens and dismiss the grace another year another fake expression in a picture frame another birthday wish and still it didnt change a lap around the sun never took me to a different place but i have to keep floating until i meet virginia woolf trapped in sheeps clothing i could be the stones in her pockets when we walk in to the ocean and marvel at the coast until we sink and as her lungs filled with water she watched the sun spill across her until the mud filled her armor sea shells spelled our love still will conquer nope bubbles rose to the surface anchored down where the stones and the dirt live taste the ground that she chose to submerge in oh vir gin ia woolf dont be ner vous with all the medicine your head you said has driven you to go and follow sadness left for dead instead im diggin up your bones theyre all intact and set up when i get to give em all a home an artifact thats heaven sent i get to visit on my own im alone now on the go round that broke down slow when i pulled my soul out for sold out shows full of ghosts of old doubts and profound hopes that i dont control now i know somebody come and set me free from the sea of an undetected grief some things that you love arent meant to be bleeding hearts run out of blood eventually so we can call her my atonement a message in a bottle that i wanted you to open its a poem a sorrowful devotion that i left for you at the bottom of the ocean virginia3