other

i don't know precisely which day

coloured me other

perchance it may've been a slow bleed

so i cut out whichever shape i need

i don't sue for rescue

i'm as free as i have ever been

don't want another rock

to hang about my neck

you see bejewelled

i see bedecked

in dead stars

and nothing

touching me

nothing touching me

i am glad for open windows

i call for birds that do not come

you beacon dead eyed welcome

bones bleach off the city

and when i'm done i'm done i'm done

keep the turn over our aim

i don't want to look upon another word

this heart so lightly thrown

i say disarm i hear disown

it sounds familiar

and nothing

touching me

nothing touching me

i don't want another rock

to hang about my neck

you see bejewelled

i see bedecked in dead stars

i don't want to look upon another word

this deal so lightly spent

and what says here

says came and went

it sounds familiar

nothing's touching me

nothing's touching me