smile and drop the facade
tune into your suffering and lie to yourself
he's lying (watch his lips move)
take whats mine
take the pulse under my skin
**** it all away
i just need one more day
half pack of cigarettes no wrapper
next to the body of a man fallen from his masturbators
walls plastered with the back of his head and a
dead body saturating in excrement
gun on the floor one casing spent
wasn't long ago he sat there smoking
one burning red fountain is sick 96¢.
the hole they put him in cost
open your mouth and ignore the
scorched mounds dissipating into the wind
your whisper your breath your flesh
go they all go
c'est la vie.
R18+ I guess.
amniotic caves. brushing up and flavors darting round your tongue.
fresh soft and smelling like snow they
melted in the sunlight of your eyes.
eye am sound.
a birth a vacancy pushed. major arteries walled surrealist retaliates so often shot subtle and then rearranged.
can you hear me?
from out of the ooze eye return.
what strange secret shattered and charged
a mighty foe with the wings on a blast
but bituminous the glow and from hell
dangerous to think things ringing in your ears
slip into a still watch it slip through
your fingers like sand through a sieve.
under-swept and as said so differencing from distance softer than you could sea
watching the clo(u)ds collide.
couldn't pull back an escapist so fled the paint into a sick barrel of venom.
listen to the end
quiet and seek through thunder
clouding your minds scrambled thick and ****** slick.
this is not about them the things are as he said.
every day, seven times a day, a torture.