The control room

Hearts moan

Vows and water break

Bones shatter

If I let you into the control room of my mind, could you see my heart?

If I let you past these walls so high would you learn to swim?

There are more aliens in paradise than Christians left on earth.

Are you here to weigh and measure, or are you here to collaborate?

For every tear that falls from your eye, a thunder bursts forth from the sky.

Bright is the dawn cut dew drop drenching bough born thirst.

Fresh is the delicately sliced opium leaf threading the breach.

To speak in automated tone.

 To seek clinging to reprieve.

Shoot with two eyes shut for better aim.

Run with shoulders head high for more acclaim. 

Is what you thought of me yesterday, protecting your fragile chest from feeling what you would feel for me today?

Write from a broken frown.

Speak from a toothless mouth.

Listen through a solid medium. Smell your own anus. Touch don't. Taste with your concious.