bees are buzzing!

over and under my head
vibrating my skull until it tickles my brain.

i don't know how to think of this with my brain so ticklish.
my head is pickled with guilty thoughts,
drench me in water until i turn the pruniest i've ever been.

a shock enters my eyes,
it fluctuates countless times before it reaches my fingers.

it then, enters my fingernails,
and now it looks like a thunderstorm in my fingers.

how can i possibly apologize?
with all these things happening to me.
you make me feel so guilty.

nothing is tasty anymore.
except for the ink that's pouring out of my eyes.

we have the ability to do anything.
we have the power to raise hell on earth.
we have every right to scream out anything we want to.

loose lips may sink ships.
but not mine.
nor yours.

you won't let it.
and that's what i love about you.
you won't let anything get in your way, or fuck you up,
or call you a failure.

i agree.
more than i've ever agree'd before.

is there a power button to life?
because if there is, mine is rusted

and it wont
ever
turn
back
on...