It grows easier not to sleep
with every second that I don't
the shapes of the world are cut
slowly by my dropping lids
I could take a pill, I suppose
but that's really not the point
we have to be just what we are
that's more important than the sleep
It grows easier not to eat
with every meal I simply pick
the shapes on the plate are slowly cut
cut by a sawing knife
I should eat some more, I suppose
but that's really not the point
we have to be just what we are
that's more important than the meat
It grows easier not to fuck
with every passing sexless night
the shapes under sheets are cut
slowly by our shadow's blade
I should want to fuck, I suppose
but that's not really the point
we have to be just what we are
that's more important than the love
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