Painless One - Dazzling Killmen

It’s either the heart or the head

Whispers secrets

Takes you on smeary rides

Puts your stomach

Where your throat should be

Stitch me up

It’s cold

Put me away

Somewhere quiet

Kept in perpetual motion

Sang sick sweet lullabies

Punctuated with interruptions

Or sometimes collisions

I’m hollow

I’m hollow

I’m hollow

How much slipped between the plates?

Shook itself loose

Fueled by instinct

Quickly tumbled away

Until it was outside, watching