i forget, and let my cigarette kill me softly.
i lay alone with death's cousin: for her to take me gently through another night.
my dreams of skin cells dividing, i watch their imperfections grow. i can hear the whispers of helixes unraveling....
fade to a childhood game of broken telephone. when it gets to me i can not help but cry. the little girl beside me,
she tells me the secret of my undoing. (and it passes on)
