I can hardly fucking sleep how am i supposed to dream of you a few and far between moment are the cold hands that hold us selfish and sick and thick skinned and seasoned in sin and pity i am at least it ceased to hold value as a social fear as i stair down at my child and think of his years to come such love i hold in my hand as my mind turns with its increasing bothers in which ive lived in and driven through and died in a sad suburban coal mine where the fossils are the people and the fuel is there time and they dont mind as there skin hardens every moments down the kitchen sink of grim and time in line everyday feed stale problems until there fat with pointlessness and discontent and cold and truly alone in a home and you will see it all and you will fucking hate like i do i see it in me like i see it in you this time ill break a body before it has a name a face a smile or a giggle a million questions that will never be answered that will be the burden of information ill take station in hell for breaking or saving but why not on this carosel let crawl back in the dirt and let me rest because fuck im tired il be back around again its just another lap in the compost bin.