forgot how to pronounce
all those pretty words
resting now somewhere
memory corner-shops
each time i breath in
the fading smoke surrounding me
outer limits to the orb
composing my spirit
now and then and again
on vertical stripe i bring in
butterflies strangely colored in black
sited now patiently on my lungs
picking without remorse
big chunks of life

push the pedal to the metal
still moving too slow
nothing fits anymore
in this damaged frame
my life is set for slow-motion
i look at you one last time
and walk away
surrounded by the void