bza

i'm a junkyard full of false starts
and i don't need your permission
to bury my love under this bare light bulb
the moon is a sickle cell
it'll kill you in time

you cold white brother riding your blood
like spun glass in sore eyes
while the moon does its division you're buried below
and you're coming up roses everywhere you go
red roses follow

the things that you tell yourself
they'll kill you in time
you cold white brother alive in yr blood
spinning in the night sky
while the moon does its division you're buried below

and you're coming up roses everywhere you go
red roses
so you got in a kind of trouble that nobody knows
and you're coming up roses everywhere you go
red roses

I am dark blue, I'm my own death
and locusts and dogs love me.
We've got the same arms, they've got the same thoughts.
I feel them below and above me, so you fail,

I'm sweetness
Don't you fail, I'm sweetness.

I'm tanglement and high pitched movement, tanglement.
The movements are silk.
I wear my brown eyes like two warm trophies
and locusts and dogs love me.
I am dark blue and I'm my own death,

sweetness

We've got the same arms.
They've got the same eyes.
I feel them below and above me.



                                                        Troy Bruno Balthazar

I'm damaged bad at best....



........Rest In Peace Elliott .........

I hurt MYself today..........