Il testo della This accident

It's not physical my minds mayhem. it's so subtle.
Lines and colors. textures. nothing beats this fear.
Poetry becomes one line on lies and smiles.

I don't want to be in that place. a finished work of art. smooth, polished in a cold stand. i'd rather be a paper cut.

I've written away from lines to be free in a black screen.
Sheared. alive. i breathe. bleed. bled. woke.
Nothing to say. your cheeks turning white. new hope.
You're dressed in white on an operating table.
I drove you to the hospital.