Origami Organs
With nowhere else to turn,
I'm driving this defective time machine off a cliff
I'm the lead detective but I'm off this case
If blankets and pillows can harmonize as weapons,
Then consider this a sleep of faith
A gas mask couldn't save me from this room you've filled
with tantalizing radiation you call a breath of fresh air
Brothers from different smothers
And I know that life is short
But with all this going into my lungs,
I might as well take a hit to get there first
And I know that life isn't fair
But brothers in control together, stay together
And in a race to my lungs,
I know what could get there first
And in a race to my ears,
I know you would lay your curse
on thicker and cozier
than a wolf in sheep's clothing
And moving forward without knowing
Is looking like my ticket out of this hell hole
If your goal was for me to fear you,
You won in the wrong way
I only fear the that I'll grow further out of this
And unfasten this mask
And pump my breathing tubes with a heavy dose of ignorant bliss
Which we both know is just your poison in lavenders clothing
Copyright © Matthew Bailey | Year Posted 2023
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