it tugs at my nerves
like a snuff film
i don't want to watch
i don't want to feel what i feel
this is jealousy
i need a civilization
to be wiped from existence
for the moon to crash into the earth
for the sun to explode
i can feel a pair of lips on my cheek
maybe the ghost of a bullet
in a bar-scape
your body is the center
like a star
where primitives worship
where you
are you
