Flowermouth (the Leech)

I have never felt as empty as I feel today

Even when the moment's beauty fades in and away.

That's all it is. A moment.

And the images creep back into the forefront of my brain

From picking up the pieces of unearthing devotion. Re-

energizing dead feelings.

I can see the flowers growing out of your mouth

while the cancer in your brain begs to get out.

And i'll try to understand (your) pain again

by laying my body on the fire

by accepting myself as the enemy

It doesn't take much to recognize that these leeches

aren't my friends

and it gets harder when everything goes through a formula

filter (your head)

Erase the ones I love the most so I can bleed in peace.

Relieve the poison from my tongue.

Embrace a reverie.