warmly stolen but not the ft cursed but not hexed
my imfatic not a point to da neglect motion steez
homie riddle me quickly with yo yo beauty chemistry
a reed in coheed dexteridous symmetry slinks far away in farsi
dialects like fresh wet birth to me crystaline within the
womb she can take the dull pain membrane stretch but not full constraints
she can now take anything in any way but complacency besides her words
I know her brain under youth lines cannot contain her body sustains
the backspace of an organic machine never clocked into the factor_y
hurricane blindfolds perforated at the neck the subject not the victim
I got half an ounce at home but nothing on the streets no meat in our
spitals no gretgreets or regrets dry as sore beds bleed goat bleps we
by which I mean you wrapped in wet sheets bereave a pedastel fragments
by which I migrate in line and terms with the vacant state of the sparrows
and marigolds but in through with this garxden my scent overcomes
forgot where my arms lived if only I could reach out if only I could
pick stems without the germs without the chems without god and with a fuck
of a whole lotta more of your torso ripped in half and sliding sounds
familiarize me with the damed behalf or was that on is what a do over
cold shower coat tails splayed hard across the horizon and burnt nails
scour my teeth sideways the wines better obviously if you
just
dont
let it breathe
break the cord and electricity i am feeding
on the glass my mouth full if you ask though my answer remains
contortedly optimistic if not for frail syrup adjacent my nerve
flail insides accordingly you nymphatically i could split a croak
if feeding eden posterate something we could rent for free
wheres the body baedae chords play well through the entire song
as if each note is the first for the very last time pass me
so pass me the lime casket the tones in the aching stones
of my spine // my virtue against all better odds cannot contes
t with your better enthecs and what is mine
I must remember I am not better than the salt you pill
swollen lies but I am addicted to the comfort so I tran
spose into a full ranging motion fucking flailing a certain
destruction consumption gestation beautiful on ly on the dan
ce floor besides you the music I eat as the bile of your
mother's dying child I just mistook those lazers and lights
for any of those old nights and bile // and I get we both do
better now xxxx those old nights at the time were old
frights we both look back on with an air of supposed upon
each other dispondancy / HATE / but revery
I guess what I'm trying to say is that/yea/we disagreed with
a lot of things/ourselves/ and each other
. . . . . .
I just miss the things we did
because
girl
we fucking did them
together
