Statistically
My heart is killing me
With every beat I die
Perish, that these thoughts should think so well
I am unaccustomed to their independent nature
Unruly children
Dancing before the fire’s flame
Conspiring out of sight
Honest words, Poisoned ivy, Climbing plaster walls
This house is not a house
It is a neighborhood funeral parlor
Blending in with childhood games
Ringing ‘round the roses
Singing out a song of death
Words spoken without the reason of invention
I have madness and in my madness I beat the odds.
I cast the words before me and they fall into a pattern.
They build the puzzle.
I will cast these words again.
And they will build the puzzle.
The words will be different
The picture will not be the same.
But they are the pieces I have always used.
I beat the odds.
With every beat I die
Perish, that these thoughts should think so well
I am unaccustomed to their independent nature
Unruly children
Dancing before the fire’s flame
Conspiring out of sight
Honest words, Poisoned ivy, Climbing plaster walls
This house is not a house
It is a neighborhood funeral parlor
Blending in with childhood games
Ringing ‘round the roses
Singing out a song of death
Words spoken without the reason of invention
I have madness and in my madness I beat the odds.
I cast the words before me and they fall into a pattern.
They build the puzzle.
I will cast these words again.
And they will build the puzzle.
The words will be different
The picture will not be the same.
But they are the pieces I have always used.
I beat the odds.
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