Streaks

the sun is a hole we fall into
black and burning eternally
I laid my back on it
just to feel the sizzle
eternally grateful for the burns on my skin
scars are the only thing left to remind me

as I laid in that hospital bed
needle in arm
heart screaming in my chest
I felt the presence
something there
lingering beneath the surface
I felt my own spirit
torn and anguished
oh how I've forsaken myself
cut my own ties

I live in a tv set
wearing yellow over ironed polyester
sing to me little boy
tell me about the way it was
I want to remember
I want to remember you
it stings like a tension headache
my heart goes one way
my brain goes another
and what does that leave me with?
indecision
and that's just what I've always been
undecided.
I'm not gonna vote.