I’m on the fifth floor oh the pessimist
Looking down, staring down into dead abyss
Its a feeling and it never drifts
Oh its a feeling an it never drifts
All this lead I kiss
Smoking drug inside your room dancing in the mist
She putting scars on my chest that I bleed from
Only reason that we fuck because I feel numb

In this room dancing for you
In this room dancing for you

Black jeans skinny
Broke my jaw in four places
On a train
Staircases
Metal in the back of my eye lids
I tense
When police pass my cribs
I used to hold her tight in my ribs
She smoke in my lungs
The ghost dance through my throat
My days numb
I’m falling apart
I do anything I can just to hold you between both arms
One hour to Manchester and 30 minutes till I let go
I close my fist
I was young all I want to do is get dough
Everything I left closed
Shop lights
Beat out a pulse I resign to
Rock in the clingfilm reflecting I shine through
I need a new armour
I cant get to you
Girl I can’t get to you

Dancing
Drifting
Falling

Can you hear me
Can you hear me as you lie against me I feel your pink muscles each tense less fatal than the last
Our sodden figures gripped within senile passion
The bags under my eyes like basins filled with dried cemented blood I tear them out left with some caves for coal to burden
I look into our cracked bathroom mirror to watch a shadow cower in the bedroom
We are ships in the night, floodlights on the motorway
As metal scrapes my back
Baptised by lonely blade
Reaching out to go some way
The plastic tubes in our stomachs sweep into the dead of the night no longer one we cannot resurrect
I lie awake in my shell to the sounds of processed hate and metal scraping the concrete lanes
Charred thoughts disguised as men, drew cars across the city with
Cold steel around my limbs in the tower blocks I am acting out my own death, knowing no more
A militant figure assembles in my room, puncturing me into ash
Do you still remember me as we first met
Drugs grind against the lumps in my throat longing for moisture
And the abhor continues to spout out of us
Until everything leaves us
I fall into a trafficked resistance
Whilst needles grow between cracks in the pavement the estate shudders lonely for us
Holding on to you as you drive through streets
And the council flats repeat in a rhythm underneath
Capsized under the black in my legs that widens
And the lights on the road fall deaf to the sirens
I smoke weed and watch a tv that offers nothing silent
I look outside and the driveway stairs back at me
Children born in passenger seats, with holes in their necks that their mothers dug inside them
We are sutured into a nothingness so empty it is no longer silence
No longer is there life dancing inside my skin
I try to sleep and let dogs rip at my flesh in this restricted asylum of our bedroom
Your body is decaying in such a slow movement that we do not notice it anymore
I fucking hate you
The way your stained one tens burn the pavement you tread, bastardising its paleness
You breathe down my neck a cancer I pretend to shrug away from
This sweating wet mass of flesh inside me causes me to strangle myself with bedsheets
Salt water leaks from my forehead intermittently
From the fifth floor I look down and see humans deconstructing themselves
The rain falling pushes my body from the balcony
I fall also

Dancing and drifting and falling

Dancing
Drifting
Falling