Sarah McLachlan Follow

making time in a low rent highrise no place to go downtown crushing crucifixion

particles aching harmful descent take a shot and hide subway slam dance stale mattress

slow throb bloating freshly open grave barefoot beggar knotted finger turning pages in a

book descending no noise the great trees fall calmly through the window see backward

elevation faded spirit of the gold toothed whore moon dances wondering how could this

ever be kicking the habit possesion in the flesh loves made up melancholy kicking the

habit trip back and unleash all anger emerging from the waterfall branch fork horse rear

snorted downward a vulgar desire playing cards conjured on fly blown dimly lit round a

room of shadows claw the side phantom pinches waking from a dream half eaten candy from

some disordered heaven swirling tastes phornicate rotted meat a nested virus feels

eating dish aging she sits alone in the worry shes created more time holy hatred kicking

the habit