Sleep Deprivation
Let's get married. We'll live forever.
Everything will be perfect, and they'll never find the bodies,
Skeletons in our closet; in our crawlspace.
The music is up until 2:00 AM, but what are they going to do?
I'm on the tip-top floor, and you can't touch me,
Because God loves me, and I'm invincible.
Soda burns down virgin tracheae,
Scratching tallies into needful walls,
What lawless dawning dons, my lovely daughter?
Screaming,scrabbling horrible insanities carved into the exterior,
The felt of fate, stretched taut and tired,
Against a pallid, blanket sky.
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