Luis Neer - ​winter blues lyrics

this is my first poem since starting on zoloft at night my face turns into sand and begins to drip i spend two albums & a moonbeam packing it back to its usual form choke myself with earbuds, quarantine my hands from action i attempt cocooned to pinpoint the moment the seed began shaking because i am more scream than i am anything else i revolve around my axis four times in one day and at alignment, feel my lungs for the first time ever crack black beetle eyes at the swell of the soft wall this is the shriveled corpse this the raisin flesh the person i wrote letters has shed a secret name from my tongue with frightened fingers frightening i make marks on my face attempt enclosed to touch the moment of transmission into my palm the ancestral seed the future stain bloom