bastilles

safe from conversation, the shots we exchange
skim hissing down the bastilles of our skin like rain
lured by refracted phantoms, floating in glass
familiar orbit of foreign bodies, make another pass

keep shaking, taking a deep breath
keep dying the same slow, quiet death

sometimes i hate everyone
sometimes i hate everyone
sometimes i hate everyone- for not being you

seething beehive voices lavishly proclaim
the crowning pleasure found within our palaces of pain
flirting with death, dancing over graves
with dangling cigarettes, tightening the slipknots at our necks

keep shaking, taking a deep breath keep
dying the same slow, quiet death

sometimes i hate everyone
sometimes i hate everyone
sometimes i hate everyone- for not being you

now my colours run a little bit darker
& i parcel out my skin with barbed wire marker
you can come up to the line
look through to the other side
this far may you come but no farther

sometimes i hate everyone
sometimes i hate everyone
sometimes i hate everyone- for not being you