crash my ache-strewn mind across your velvet face, oh sunny-day-lizard; attempt to bind it in your soul and find the string attached to my spine. let it lead you towards a forest of trees that sprouted the second i was born.
i was full once, but my appetite has since left me. clawing through corridors of my incarnations, find the place i call home and bring it to me. wash me in its essence and scrub my face with the latches of the front door. bury me deep under the floorboards and set me on fire.
how callous the calm of night comes. can you feel it when i stroke the veins of tomorrow? when i hold my hands around its throat? how do you kill that which was never there?
the fulcrum point 