As I Lay There Dying

I press my bruises every other minute.

Marks on my arm,

Indented smile,

Impressions of a lonely child.

Why are you laughing, Darl?

yes yes yes yes

I press my bruises every other minute.

too close. to close.

Like he could see through the walls

into the next ten minutes.

It was bad so.

He sat there on the ground laughing.

Even though I have laid down my life. He will save me.

It takes two people to make you, and one people to die.

Sometimes I let my lungs die.

closer. closed.

Goddamn you. Goddamn you.

I press my bruises every other minute.

I would think of him as dressed in sin.

Goddamn him.

The moon is not dark too. Not very dark.

yes yes yes yes

In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep.

Darl is my brother. Darl went crazy.

In a strange room