there's more to life than binge and purge

don't worry about the footprints behind you and don't strain your neck to see the dark trail ahead. just let your tongue get caught up in the undertow from waves of medication. wash it down with a glass of your finest wine. slip the blindfold over your eyes and slowly all reality will be dulled and senses calmed. the stalks grew unnoticed through the pavement. keep still, the harvest this way comes. the rusty old sheers peel skin from bone and now the crops wade ankle deep in my blood. but i have never seen the sun shine so bright. i stumbled into the prophet's mouth and now i'm trapped. it's cold and damp behind these teeth but i found the flock. the cap won't provide much resistance for your desperate fingers. peer into a collage of color. a tunnel filled to the brim with ounces of empty hope. poverty came with a network of endorphins. your kind acts cannot disguise the hemophiliac.