caveat! —bursting out as the fuse fetters away wafting t'ward oil spills, tranquilized guns with pace maker minds and time to ****
sickle celled, graving shores plead to crawl underground through cascading bile and sedatives that sift through these negatives like bangled thieves who crawl on broken knees and lie idle under haunted bridges.
bouldered bones intertwine or veins cut along a dotted line caveat! cries the sayer's sooth, for he says it scours and devours— the slinking nightmare sleuth.
the tar is interrupted in carved equinoxes soak in the crippled toxins as the air becomes as thick as theophany and tharm like grease in blood that take me in, through ash and mud and all the spider webs caving in like delicate gorges forges beneath nightmare sleuth reaching zenith
caveat, silhouettes stretched out like oil in water and this silicon tomb can hold me no longer for i must break out before i am a goner because it's a mistake that i'll never shake your face turns opaque and there was nothing in your eyes but dripping flesh
wring out all your words for me your jeers and your juries but go cling to your crutch your kings and your qualms and the church that burns in its hallow vacancy
for none can resist the urge that thieves its delinquents from catatonic catacombs and quagmire junctions where the swamp will **** you in and festering sweat sticks like guilt to your skin and hell is a nightclub where every loss is a life and heaven's a daydream with your neck to the knife it needs no rhyme or reason and every slip of your broken lip just lose your grip and give in to the treason would you rather burn at the stake than suffer your cement heart break with no reason or rhyme it's just the weight of the season
backdrop collapse railroads unfolding and like a cell storm the train is coming your way
and slinks away like a nightmare sleuth it just takes one swipe of the claw or one bite of the tooth and it drags you in feel the sidewalk sleeping and the blinking lights creeping above the overpass and the cold wind reeling-- it'll be your last.