violence i want to keep moving, indifferently, maddeningly i want to be the tick, tick, tick i want to race it i want to make it home, home in it, sleep like a child in it, dance in it, i don't want to fear it any more than my own skin ---
and now that everything's hopelessly hard you dive into the dark and feel for me i want to see what you see in me because i know it's different from everyone else i know it hooked you i know because i have the same inexplicable niggling this dreadful heaviness in the legs when i turn to run this horrifying uneasiness that only quiets down when you're here and gets louder and louder each time you're not --- it's quiet. |