From Mouth 2 Plastic

Slip away into silent unconsciousness, sever the root and be rid of the foolishness You can't cut me out of your memory, memery flashes cast behind your eyes. Pray for rain to ease the pain, torch to glass; the smoke goes straight to my brain. Handle with care, the Doctor delivers fear in plastic bags. Iphone rings- Breaking this sanctimonious pause, drugs are an escape; no longer able to correct my flaws. So far gone; beyond driven. From mouth to words, from soul to eyes. Concentrate on the thin white lines. Up into my sinus, the underbelly of the peasants. I reply so weakly; ... ... from mouth to plastic ...