descend
reassemble
the pieces
will never
fit right
again
now we all fit into boxes
the sweetest
contortion
forces
the motor running
in ignorance
addicted
to the bliss
sirens
whisper their songs
to ears
deafened
by water
this must be
what it is to melt
collapse
into the arms
of betrayal
flood
the engine
until it breaks
i'm addicted to the bliss


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