Somewhere there's a cocoon waiting where silence drips in slippery strands of deadly warmth waiting to hold me in silvery silences of the grave where I'll slip into a grey vacuum of white noise accumulated from the ashes of days burnt in places I don't want to be.
And some days I really wish I were already there.
But not today. And not tomorrow. And not until I've reached a different cocoon. The one that shields the elements wrapping me in sticky threads of tongued love < br />humming music into my soul strummed to life butterfly dancing.
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Cocoons
Somewhere there's a cocoon waiting where silence drips in slippery strands of deadly warmth waiting to hold me in silvery silences of the grave where I'll slip into a grey vacuum of white noise accumulated from the ashes of days burnt in places I don't want to be.
And some days I really wish I were already there.
But not today. And not tomorrow. And not until I've reached a different cocoon. The one that shields the elements wrapping me in sticky threads of tongued love < br />humming music into my soul strummed to life butterfly dancing.
