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beneath my skull
i discard the waste of my existence,
yet the decaying smell of my past
permeates the air like perfumed oxygen,
choking off any peace i may have.

even after i sealed up the holes in my tin roof
and tracked down the source of the raindrops,
my chamber still floods anytime i think about you.

even after killing ev'ry bug, setting my room on fire,
nightmares hunt still, buzzing in my dreams
that keeps me up at night.

even after i broke all the connections
between my nasty self and my wires,
they continue to reappear
like a memory i didn't know was there.





© ubik