stirring in a rest, whispers go for a bite.
the flame out, there was no telling who or what.
the candle relit, but wore its shades at night.
fine dark lenses fitted for a blind spot.
slowly, the fit to trick wasn't even twined.
there was quiet and troubled evening talk.
slipping out and putting in time
on another dime fractures a rock.
they called it and it wasn't kind.
no one cared for the skull scrape
fanatic brain rot mechanic antics.
ok then it was really just bait.
gotta lotta gutter squire tics
over bringing fish to store scales,
weighing in a gram off to my bit.
cheated again by the swindled hearts.
why then does the crow feed as it does
if better grain is found in farms.
shoosh-the neighbor gets the neighbor,
looking gift cups of sugar in the mouth.
unhealthy living dynamics talk is a bore.
now a thimble of sugar for breathing in and out
the worst of days, can really grease the bored.
the proof being is in something that ***** and pouts.
if anyone asks the lovebirds are tired
of the knots between their stomachs being tautened.
full of fish and sugar and lizard tails
traitors and tailors of breaking wanton hearts,
soon to rip all of their candle wicks apart.
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 2:09 AM UTC
stirring in a rest, whispers go for a bite.
the flame out, there was no telling who or what.
the candle relit, but wore its shades at night.
fine dark lenses fitted for a blind spot.
slowly, the fit to trick wasn't even twined.
there was quiet and troubled evening talk.
slipping out and putting in time
on another dime fractures a rock.
they called it and it wasn't kind.
no one cared for the skull scrape
fanatic brain rot mechanic antics.
ok then it was really just bait.
gotta lotta gutter squire tics
over bringing fish to store scales,
weighing in a gram off to my bit.
cheated again by the swindled hearts.
why then does the crow feed as it does
if better grain is found in farms.
shoosh-the neighbor gets the neighbor,
looking gift cups of sugar in the mouth.
unhealthy living dynamics talk is a bore.
now a thimble of sugar for breathing in and out
the worst of days, can really grease the bored.
the proof being is in something that ***** and pouts.
if anyone asks the lovebirds are tired
of the knots between their stomachs being tautened.
full of fish and sugar and lizard tails
traitors and tailors of breaking wanton hearts,
soon to rip all of their candle wicks apart.
