Eat your brains for kings pleasure,
While snacking your soul on ancient lore,
find the meanings twice and you die,
running on borrowed time,
to weave the web of lies
hidden plainly on layer of skin,
I slowly peel off and savor,
as you deconstruct my walls,
building a home out of the rubble,
to hid away from glances,
lancing through tired eyes,
perpetually trapped in the hills,
which never see beyond,
the painted black highways,
our galaxies ellipses through,
and occasionally super colliding

Lock your children in pens,
Like the dogs we've bred,
Domestication depends,
on how youre fed.

slur your words,
as bottles pile onto bottles,
and the dreams you love,
have come to haunt me,
glowing orb,
orbiting around you,
keeping you away from the storm,
that pours from your mother's eyes,
about how her two lovers have died,
Her wailing drowned out,
over the buzzing beating plastic world,
created by by gones gone by,
of the greatest generation,
who died to produce,
the cubical living room,
we use to be gods,
on our virtual battle ground,
where we now stand,
face to face,
I stand with solidarity,
with your mother's loss,
climb into the life raft,
before the storm gets you,
and you drown in your flood gates,
that have rotten with filth,
you freely dump into your mind

Ceaselessly we toss,
And turn,
Groping through,
Covers covered,
Under uncovered pages,
Step closer,
To a nonexistent end,
Where the same,
stories are told,
By the same prophets,
Who wrote our epitaphs,
When we came to be,
Endless pages waiting,
To be fated,
Like fairy tales.

Your eyes are the sky
And your mouth is the sea,
I'm the earth,
Longing to get drowned,
So my roots can touch the sky.

Blank slate half ruined by half finished
Half assed means of escaping my head,
Inciting riots to flush out my rotting brain,
Brambling through the same old tired
Chords that pull at my heart strings
Telling universal secrets to deaf ears,
Choosing to ignore the existence of other,
Zombified brains ignoring the plea,
To head to the hills,
where circular motions patterned
Mosics over shirts
Shrieking softly, about how everything
Revolves around you
and your mastery of dark arts
Used to hide in plain sight,
The pain truth about how all you need is
Your bare hands to improve,
By means of self strangulation
Of your mouth to limit
One line from summing out,
Past demons you lie about