dripping faces.

my face is slowly melting,
away into the bed i'm sitting on.
my smile is a frown,
and i stare the demons down.
my face is falling down.
my smile is a frown.
slow and steady breaths,
until my breathing rips my spine.
i turn the t.v. on, and i stare the demons down.
chase the dragon, watch him go.
swallow the billows white down.
if my face were meant to hold together,
there'd be a cage of more than bones.
bones break, people change.
faces melt when in the rain.
i think i can see the inside of me,
and my face is dripping down.
my heart's smooth beat drops down,
and i smell the melting of my face.


who needs a face?
i can live without one.
let it drip down in the rain.
who needs a face?
the man with the shotgun.
let it drip down all of his pain.