I'm an armless appleseed drowning in a pool of liquor

What is prayer?
Hope?
To a wishbone,
Make it snappy,
My dreamfields are *****,
And lately I've been lacking a comb,
I guess that's okay,
For those who suffered every night and day,
Whatever makes your flowers bloom,
Whatever should sooth those scars and wounds,
I guess I'll never walk those shoes,
But do what you absolutely feel you need to do,
Take the pain and wash them away,
Rub the memories into the sea then run away,
All the torture you store in the genius chambers of your mind,
Will depart as long as you acknowledge that in time,
You are not alone,
Physically and spiritually,
Me and you will never die because our matter matters 'til infinity,
Till the universe expires we are here and always be,
Rubbing out our pain to the depths of the sea,

I'm the sorrowful circumference of everything nothingness,
Night swimming in perplexed psychosis and paranoia amiss,
Sour patch grimace stifling posture,
Behold the flames of yesterday's meeting of love gone autumn,

Cut and paste alertness to server overtime,
Digging up a grave for my hollow mind,
The midnight hawk glides over blank terrains,
And inserts its abstract provisions and declare it's his domain,

Jackal in his church pants,
Bad kid with punk jams,
Cramming nonsense in his conscience,
Skateboarding prophets,
Dividing light into chambers,
Bag of **** for his neighbors,
Turned into a living demon bleeding thru the paper,
Applesauce in the inside,
A coconut shell for the front,
Pineapple knives for the slaughtering,
Right into a strawberry's gut,

He was not a normal scorned, occulting youth,
But the lore of a regretful teen plaguing the afternoons,
Till that strawberry gut cracked his coconut noggin,
And shall he rest in bygones and Hanna-Babara monsters,

A frostbitten temperament,
A trout mouthed citizen,
Elephant tusk gentlemen,
Jamming my nose in businesses,
Crooked like question mark,
Squares etched in purple chalk,
On the pavement where the Martians walk,
All around my writer's block,
My head is drum machine,
Cymbals crash through misery,
Impregnated symphonies,
With snares ******* the violin strings,
Headaches are a *****,
Excuse my French,
I got a lisp,
The bass drum is thumping,
And the hi-hats are talking ****,

I could unwrap your mummified heart,
But I'm too much of a coward to know where to start,
Working myself into a replicated gentlemen,
And this time,
Ask her out without winged middlemen,

Sometimes I think I'm truly wasting my time,
I'm just an expired grandfather clock passed it prime,
So if I ever squared off with your elegance,
I'd just back off and drown in regrets and negligence,

Am I waste to you?
A *** with burnt flowers,
A darker shade of blue?
Am I just too radioactive to touch?
Am I just too closed casket faced to love?
Too jellied knuckled to trust?
I honestly think I'm just ******,

When I skip rocks,
They sink,
Down with the trash,
And so it seems,

I have nothing else to do,
But wish I could spend my life with you,

Call me your *****,
And I'll call you my muse,
Rip the seams off my flesh,
So I be free from the rules,
Human limitations are all milk and honey,
A pig mask latch on a car crash dummy,
And I'm thrashing thoughts,
Because of you I'm a mess,

The pyres of loves,
Sparked a lot of buzz,
In a bag of tattered memories,
Gnawed upon by Louisiana bugs,
I'm a would be killer with a open book of matches,
But will I draw the first flame,
To turn these pictures into ashes?

Or will I still be that lover,
That nailed a stop sign on his chest,
Hanged himself on every question mark,
That you sent to me direct,

See I'm no blind fruit rooting from your garden,
I'm just that dummy who believed you never leave me hollow hearted,