~ lower remedy lane ~

and to survive this, you need to sleep long, you need to sleep sound

sleep deep, see your own within the haven of your eyelids

remember dreams of angels blowing black balloons for you

you say there's beauty in a scar

i find it sick, but it's a part of me i've long ago accepted

now what a stupid thing you are

sometimes

as you watch it

you draw your lips closer

and with all tenderness you can find

you slide your fingertips over its surface

not to make it hurt

- to understand better

feel like your own
give it warmth, give it cold
whatever it needs

now isn't it sick

drawn to each other for every stain

when you see beauty there

but without taking any pleasure 

and asking yourself:

where are the lost rites

and when you've opened so much

that it's made every rib in your chest break

for a land that's hidden it had no sky

and thrown you into an airless void

the ill-mended bones, you know

you need to break them again, by yourself

so you run

straight into this wall

so you run fast

onto the pain of salvation