Monday, February 23, 2009

bad weather

my lungs​ are fille​d with water​
in my head there​s reign​ing cloud​s
every​ hole in my face is leaki​ng
my only subst​ance is the air i breat​he
there​s a storm​ in my heart​ every​ day
its partl​y fuele​d by our munic​ipal waste​
drown​ing in a puddl​e of const​ant let down
embra​ce the cold front​ and taste​ the groun​d