I believe in a one beer drunk

Forgotten art of demonic friendships
With baddie caddies and the absent  masculine control of the black liquiline emotions
Pooled around a hair mask, it stripped away all the gaudy binds
The devil is really a concept that one should never be denied

Fleas dangle like a headdress
So I'm mangled, apparently strange eyes photograph perishable projections
Unless held consistent under undilating microscopy
Heart peeled open wide, in the furthest wingspan
I applied gauze before and badly washed
Breath now and it breathes now
Thank God

The heart right here is a quaking massive bubble
Keep the level head isn't going to be my devil right now
I press my fists to my knees, caps tightly clenched together
I'm cold so I sneeze out the fear right in front of me
They like to **** with pins and needles
But my head isn't going to be my devil right now

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Chewing on plastic
Milk maid curd, her currents slowly load torrents
My mind wheel churn, my teeth count the burns
This heavy music feels me with fillings
*****
He felt
*****
It hurt as a child

Crossed country with the reasons
there was the level of identification with the fracture
and held tight by the shirt, the mind with the mangled heart
screaming
"I created it!"
"Its mine!"
The glass half empty told by gods a little more established therein
The glass half empty is pragmatism
so the god transformed
With the swirling
& The swirling
How does joy become old
But fear becomes brand new once administered
So the god transformed
The staples flung out the mangled heart
Thin iron twisted, getting lost in soot by corners of rooms with hardwood floors
And it screamed
"I created it!"
"I'm ******* freed of it!"