Skipping Down A Silk Road

By S. Mino   

my fingertips are still numb from your rusty pins
and you are lying next to me, your eyes sunken in
your breath chewing up my nerves, sucking in my beaten faith
and in this toxic place, i'm stuck, i'm psychotic and swathed

i can't remember the last time i stood straight
because all we ever do is arc over the gaslines of our fate
and when we're high enough to see our fading ghosts
we'll let our twisted blaze be part of this twisted roast

i can almost see the empty, winding silk road ahead
it's past the lines of tambourine men and sand box beds
i can almost taste the septic plaster of this sweet divine
and when the flames finally wake us, my death won't be in vain

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