Rob yourself of glimmer harbored inside via plastic stageprops in handshakes, phone contacts, and sketchy rendevous moments smuggled into your planned destinations, inside of some uncontrolled swirl of detrimental off-course path of doom.
Pilfer gold
Blood dripping fresh from treasures
Excavated out of my interior
Out of my future
Capturing me inside
Within the cavern I've created
Repressing forward motion
Lacking oxygen to survive.
"I don't take I grab and you stuff and we shoplift these.."
"Shut up, shut up shut up! You and all your sadness is.."
"...jewels of our future that are too shiny to us right now"
"I can't stand you any-f-ing more! I'll drive us off this hillside! I'll..."
"more jewels lost, hell the whole booty will be..."
"SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP"
"gone"
(Brakes applied, tires screech, headlights jerk upward, and then the passing of air)
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