consequence of the predictable factioning

find you, lookout, and look for...memories are sourpatch kids running around our tongue touch. lemony hell. holding on too long to be good for either the me or the we. freedom trail reduced to a path through the overgrowth. raze the barn, raise our swords, slit ties like throats. i am the only thing that is stopping trains and derailing atonement. astonished. sunscreen shield, sunglass gung-ho syndrome. i am the maverick. easily detached with pressure. tape that peels the paint off walls and leaves the entire apartment scarred. non-stick frypan smack! bang! promise of the clogged toilet because it's tough to flush guts. frames chopped to hell. cunts fucked into next week. trainstare next to me, read the same book over my shoulder. smolder. the mold of our past nexus. incoherent babble and you're glorious towers of achievement feel into the sea. for some odd reason, you blame me.