are you stuffed yet or could you
use dessert? the fat you consume
can only become one. any more
weight upon your shoulders
and you may collapse to a floor
with no end.
a quick perversion
a sick inversion
paste this to your brain
like a sick water,
burning yellow,
with disease marked by stains
dream, dream away
the world isn't such a bad place
drift away on a sail carved by
giants dressed in veils
hide behind your fame
and fortune and never fall
face down. but collapse
on green accomplishments
designed for homes and wells.
can the coins sink any faster?
can they breathe or will they drown?
will living matter consume them
at the bottom of their well?
can they feel the teeth
digging deep into their breast?
do their nerves still pulse?
or do kings and queens really
know what's best for their
soliatary, totalitarian minds?
what's this? i can feel
the way it punctures. oh
god i'm coming to. my eye lids,
god they are open. the sun is
too bright and im coming to.
my fingers are burnt yellow
and smell of musky dew.
the scent of ash in my lungs,
my god, what have i come to?
the teeth are still in my chest
and my mind but flutters and dodges,
crafting fortress after fortress from
broken wood and burning sawdust.
i'm coming to and all i see
are remains. what has become
of my heart? and what
has become of my pain?
such happiness found
in such dumb bliss.
caress your hair and just
take care of your babies
as you dare to soak a
sponge in worlds upon
worlds of scratches, scars,
and mildew. open your
vein and soothe your
aching bliss.
keep taking more
and dream on your sail
built from greed and
violence and the future
that we breed. scar
yourself and dream. |
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