Would you wear my eyes?

November 1, 2007
My body is a torn mattress
A disheveled throbbing place
For the comings and goings
Of loveless transients
The whole of me
Is an unfurnished room
Filled with dank breath
Escaping in gasps to nowhere
Before completly objective mirrors
I have shot myself with my eyes
But death refused my advances
I have walked on my walls each night
Through strange landscapes in my head

I can't go out anymore

I shall sit on my ceiling

Would you wear my eyes?

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