Red State

All the long years rung from the cloth of my very soul. The sorrow dear & empty, switch with me. I still cry with eyes closed, over flowers found by the edges. Over feathers foolishly I let fly their silver. Dream, how I never save any. How I gave up after so many. Wish, I could feel content. I could feel anything. Except this crippling sense of my own self regret. You want the pictures back, for proof to exist. For clasp to life, in my lazy third eye. Come back nights, the pale moon shines. When the stars take off in rings. Like looking down your shin past your phone. Your whats left after its all gone. Small memories, big dreams, TV dinners, flash frozen in places. Rows of drone life, filling out paper work for tickets to dinner. On verre craquelle data sets in tiny foil allocations. Poise's all here guys dressed up in nightgowns smashing burritos in Hot Wheels fashion crash outs. Drinking Sundrop & pink Jolly Ranchers, sprites dancing under mock apostle enlightenment. Bitches calling it cotton candy vermouth. Evil living their best life in backyard red states.