Chokebore Jj Slow
I am dust.
I live like bees.
I bite like wasps.
I love the way you watch me.
I crawl the floors.
I bleed like lakes.
I'll tear the hands that touch me.
I cannot see you anymore.
All I see now is water.
I feel so old, I look so bad.
I think that God forgot me.
Don't say a word I'm almost there.
I love the way you watch me.
I am dust.
