I compose me
try to pull teeth and grey elements
Ash and grey elements appear during supper
Words and personalization become law
Become a creed
A fool bringing moss to market,
Shawl holds tight while eyes pierce concrete,
wide at home and closed while here,
In this home
A shack with spoons
This late hour steams from crowns of heads,
or crowns on heads,
when darkest,
only mist is seen in crowns on bedposts.
Black panther melodies scar institutes
Whiter power anthems are nothing to speak of
I bet it is on three laurels
A magic marker nodding off
It is a drinking whiskey game I win
But I think I'm going to Hell
Kiss me before I am in Hell
Finding many things burnt but not char
I can't find what that word means again
This song and title I can't put back together
Oh, I could call
If only,
Oh,
I knew it all
A neck to breathe down with the gauge I bring down
Could suddenly cut ourselves short
This vegetable garden could produce marrow
Not knowing it was a crime
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 9:41 AM UTC
I compose me
try to pull teeth and grey elements
Ash and grey elements appear during supper
Words and personalization become law
Become a creed
A fool bringing moss to market,
Shawl holds tight while eyes pierce concrete,
wide at home and closed while here,
In this home
A shack with spoons
This late hour steams from crowns of heads,
or crowns on heads,
when darkest,
only mist is seen in crowns on bedposts.
Black panther melodies scar institutes
Whiter power anthems are nothing to speak of
I bet it is on three laurels
A magic marker nodding off
It is a drinking whiskey game I win
But I think I'm going to Hell
Kiss me before I am in Hell
Finding many things burnt but not char
I can't find what that word means again
This song and title I can't put back together
Oh, I could call
If only,
Oh,
I knew it all
A neck to breathe down with the gauge I bring down
Could suddenly cut ourselves short
This vegetable garden could produce marrow
Not knowing it was a crime
Tragedy
