10-21-16 are you the 2,098,567,546,322 galaxy?

 •are you the 2,098,567,546,322 galaxy?•

 I want to empty my poor body of this poison 

The poison that consumes my thoughts and controls my actions 

I've hung my flesh on the wall 

An intimate staring contest and I'm losing by too many points 

I keep telling my self to look at my own heart but I continue to burn through my flesh 

What will it take for me to focus on my flooded arteries? 

The thumping of my heart in my ears 

Should I let my chest bleed out and leave it all behind? 

Or seal my veins together 

Stitches no longer hold me together 

Picking at the string beginning to slowly unravel 

Scars like constellations on my back 

All I can do is connect the dots 

I want to empty my body of this poison 

That keeps love behind a locked door 

That breaks my legs and holds my hands behind my back 

That bends my spine and cracks my jaw 

The poison that decays my every being 

The being that was hand picked from the stars 

Every planet is unique 

But so far apart

We're stuck on one and that's all we know 

Do you know how many other galaxies there are? 

One hundred billion 

All different 

We're like planets 

If God can make one hundred billion completely different galaxies, imagine what he's doing with 7 billion minds

But each of us has a different poison 

A different reason to not be inhabited 

But we found water on Venus 

And God has found life in our eyes 

That poison inside you 

That poison that burned your bones 

That broke your voice

That clogged your blood stream 

That left no more feeling in your finger tips 

God has already emptied and poured onto His own head 

So don't you think for a second you're extinct 

Because you are thriving with water 

Just waiting to be tasted

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