Slumbering dummy, ya fumbling money.
Some of me wants it ******,
but they don't wanna see **** get ugly;
from rags to riches to rags, quickly.
I step with Death like Life bet against me.
If I had to guess, I'd say I ****** his Missus.
Goofy as all hell could be, still pulling hoes like sushi.
Grill 'em till I'm dead, this beat be the best.
On point to a flaw, It's the loneliest on top.

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

I need a cat nap.
Who's got the catnip?

My opinion..
Bristled whiskers warrant the Tinkerer's missiles.
Get lost in a field of lily-white when the doom plume glitters.
Around here, the suspicious get slipped into sinkholes
like a billion dim pixels fading through a fishbowl.
Although, we all know, vertigo provokes the sickest flow.

I found myself shuffling about
and as I lurked and groaned
from corner to corner, caught
by the charm of each cramped-
condensed street lamp, I looked
up to the drooling moon.
It was then I dreamt of paintings
who's edges sloshed like seas.

I think I’m getting sick. I keep on heaving bits of ink
down this ***** ******* sink. I’d try to wash my hands,
but for me, ships just seem to sink. And where would I go?
Who would I be? Jack on some jolly ******* sea?
I’d rather die than live another day like a leech.
Put me beneath the weeds, I belong to the trees.

It's just you and me now, kid.
Distilled til the fellowship could fill a pit.
I'm told to build, but honestly? **** a bridge.
I'd rather tilt a dam and watch the **** spill.
Splash - Flash the fastest, catch my drift?

I should be famous.
Yeah, I'm barefaced.
I think you're aimless.
The top is so spacious,
no elbows or vagrants.
Think spaceships.
**** it, add the chips.
My word arrangement's hotter
than the Devil's basement.
Catch me getting gazes,
I'm getting high off their faces.
**** it, I should be famous.

He’s meddlesome like the specimens
knocking on his skeleton.
It’s beats over everything,
‘cept for a bit of Methamphetamine.
This dissident’s impenitent.
Rhythm sitting like a blueprint;
Building villages for the pilgrimage
then sinking ships fore they’re ever sent.
Quick, crack the casket, he lacks a cat nap.
His dreams got caught up in her fishnet.
It’s madness. It’s habit. Go ahead, ask Alice.

I shake trees and watch junkies
drop like leaves. Please, it's a subtle breeze.
If I wanted to, I could puff this place
to it's knees. Freeze! It's a robbery.
Got you reaching for the stars.
Heh, as if you could follow me.
I'm toking up an ocean.
Floating up this poem.
Got it bottled for the coastland.
Coded for the devoted.
Duly noted were the roses.

Woe are the men
       who find no start
                Brittle be their
                        filament hearts
                        Angst in the air
                      sparks retreat
            like tainted pollen
to finicky bees

I've lost all sense of what's to come,
long before I came to be.

My skin started falling off again,
I could pick apart every ******* inch.
Gluttony’s got me gobbling guilt.
I’m swallowing forks.
Yeah, I know all roads run to an end.
I’m just trying to get to where they begin.
Indistinct? ****, I feel incomplete.
Partially extinct,
I’m pacing this here ditch deep.
Pass the pack then smash repeat.
I’m just trying to dream another dream,
regardless of the hour or who’s in need.
Let me sleep. Let me slumber.

Broken open, the fountain's foaming.
His coping mechanisms are showing,
the chromatophores got him ghosting.
Boo! I'm out.

The chosen has awoken.
Time to kick back a few potions.
You know, swashbuckle the swig like a showman.
I’m here for the heroics,
all the way down to the goldfish.
I’m the bottom feeder that figured out floating.
Sorta doltish.
Got rank and file like, “Hold on, ***, he’s still loading.”
Um, Ma’am? I think you meant molting.

I’m smoking like I was reaching for the nose bleeds.
Watching **** youse slip through the grit,
you can catch me grinning up a **** storm.
Got the women wet and their boys warm.

Yeah.

Sometimes I think I’m gonna die,
but I keep on spinning anyways.
We’re all here until where not, right?
Would you smile at your last goodbye?

I would.

That’s why I keep a heart tattooed to my hand.
You can always find Indiana and ask him who I am.

You look familiar.
I think I’ve seen you here before.
Perhaps you wore yourself a different face;
One of plastic, or perhaps it’s just mâché.
Either way, I’m still happy to see you.
Even if it is fake.
It’s been a while since I’ve felt okay.
I’m dying inside and have no one left to say,
“It’s but a day in the shade of many.”
I lay awake and cling to fleeting dreams
as if I myself could master their wings.
Maybe one day I’ll find the seam
they seem to keep on slipping through.
Who would want such a pathetic thing?
I’m a deadbeat and have been since birth.
The zombie boy’s alone in his own world,
chewing up a storm with his mangled throat.
Here I go again, talking to myself
like there’s a single ounce of hope.

Without you my words feel forced and I
haven't the voice to accomplish it on my own.
Where have you been, my one true love?
The night draws near and I'll be needing a throne.
You are the cornerstone of my patented tone
and there is a catacomb that I long to roam.
I'll sacrifice you my thoughts and I'll eat my heart
head first til all the parts that used to make
me work are caught up in an unforgiving smirk.
I'll let the fickle flesh rot in between my teeth so
when I worship you you'll taste everything I mean.
Take your hooks and thread them through my skin,
I don't wanna ever feel like I ******* belong again.
I'll circle the pentagram in search of what I am, so long
as you cut out the middle man and make me the lamb.
The only time I feel alive is when I'm dead.
The only time I feel alive is when I'm dead.
The only time I feel alive is when I'm dead.