Out of Flesh in the Endwalk
Written by: prnzokoshiro
Submitted on: 2008/06/25
Rating: 3/5 with 397 views

Black-and-white footage makes it feel

like unspeakable things onscreen didn't really happen

This illusion works on the softest parts of you

correcting the fact that they can't stab

but making you dull over time

You are older than your entire life and

you owe everyone in it your death

Dodge impalement that you live and breathe

till you can't hide and no one cares that it's on your breath

Or in our lungs, what's the difference? You're the fucking difference

in the lives of everyone who couldn't change you though they tried

Hold your stiffest contraction steady as the pen

Sign the gravestones with your jagged fingerbones

As gracefully as you pretty much killed them to pretend

Thank you for your donation

Thank you skinless friend

The tired skeleton is skinless, walking a path that's only endless

Its bones cracking in a cadence that will sometimes sound like a song

That its bones' memory knew better than the brain it left behind, now

that space is free

The air can go through the skull to soothe it on its steady march into

the sea

It can't make a facial expression to show you if it's happy or not, but

it's not as bad as it sounds

If it lays down it will blow away in the wind, and a skeleton doesn't

have an ass so it can't sit down

Don't call it the grim reaper, there's no scythe, only deals with its

own death and it's not wearing a hood

Just a corpse with a destination planned it's looking forward to

It would surely smile if it could

The litany of photos pasted over the 206 you are left as being

helps it seem like pastimes aren't past their time

Tired from flapping plastic angel wings all day

resting on clouds that weren't made to support your weight

They'll lock you up forever when the tears have dried

no more rain but they lied and it's actually colder inside

You're older than who've died in a life within yourself

look what's happened to what you've loved

They look at you like you're out of your mind

but you should be really looking back at them

have they replied and become the voices in your head

or breathed your own impalement into you

It's corrected, the fact that things can't stab

and now you can roll the things that won't bend

You can be the skin donation

You can endlessly end

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Wed, 25 Jun 2008 21:54:49 -040
Posted by shwagman

good work