I must of bled the sledge dry;
gripped it too hard then let my creaks fly.
It used to save my life when the time was right,
but now the night haunts me like I've gone and died.
"Pick up your chin, kid. The plume ain't too bright."
I might but the particles feel like pesticides against my hide.
Too pessimistic to bleed, I picked up the scissors
and flea'd the **** out like I was dodging God's triggers.
Paradise sounds more like a synonym for prison
and I've surpassed being baptized by the right side.
So no thank you, but I will take an extra large fry.
A step away from vampire, so what if I live to dine.
I'll dine 'til I die and I don't give a **** if I'm crucified.

All my favorite songs will forever
remind me of the time I killed myself

I am not alive,
I don't think I ever was
I'm a hybrid,
an artificial two tone virus
Science sent me here
to flatten the heart of giants
I'm mindless and know it
I don't need to be reminded
I'll find my vow of silence
behind a four pound tyrant

Quick, crack the casket
She's breached the flank
and plans on scalp'n my think tank
I grabbed the brass to finance a glance
but her chant'n left me in a trance

I must be made of clay
'cause when she reached inside of me
and applied the heat I froze in place
My eyes caved in and within I sank

She put me back inside the cage
where shakes feel like quakes
and the cold eats through quilts
like a weaponized wolf drinking silk

Frantic, I'm tearing at the pages in a panic
Trying to make wings but wound up in a hammock
I think it's probably obvious I lost the schematics
That or the fabric's just too ******* elastic

I'm not dramatic I'm rationally passionate
and if you think this is bombastic I suggest
you take a step back and flavor the magic
She says I'm stoic I say I'm galactic
my s.o.s just hasn't reached her yet

The war horses came fitted with promises of pleasure
busted down the door then tickled me to death with a feather
I'd let these clever professors pick apart my leather
so long as they remembered to disassemble my temper
The rain clouds look like cyanide capsules turned inside out
I kinda wish they were so I could show you how a turkey drowns

Hello, My Beautiful Black Hole
It's been a bittersweet minute since we last engaged
The circularity's had me freezing out the frame
Systematic collapses happen whenever I check mark my passion
I'm grasping at static captions lagging from an attic packed with distractions
I've been trying to refrain from seeping down the drain
but for some reason that **** just keeps calling my name
Face to face with the drips I wonder how my cysts will taste
If possession is nine tenths of the law
I'll take you legally bound to my tongue
I'm a repulsive cultist proposing voltage
engrossed by the most revolting poet

Let’s hide in the shelter of silent shadows and thick, tall trees
Where I’ll let you touch all the places my fingers can’t reach.
Our sighs will whisper to the wind as our bodies melt like magma.

Hearts tripping over beats, twisting into the other; racing to complete this jigsaw
And when we’re picture perfect I’ll let you hold me long, past the coming dawn.

-SLuR