Let's cultivate these dirt-stained teeth
for something better than I'm capable of
Nights spent, gut-wrenched, begged retreat
with white flag eyes and a half mast tongue
I've prayed to depths and to useless gods
I've swallowed glass and chemical conundrums
I found bravery in the bowls of sleep
where I could fake the guts I always thought I'd become
(In someone else's dream)
I watched the red sun sink in a dead horizon
(In golden secrecy)
Again and again until my mouth goes fucking numb
(Do you ever think of me?)
Not a day goes by that your glow doesn't puncture
(These half written apologies)
The quiet finger locked death I've been dreaming of
I gave my skull to the hammers kiss
My lungs melt soft and slow in the breathless
Lacerated and flimsy fists
make art of my insides, overflowing and awkward
Handwritten letters kept up by skin
on this lack-thereof, elevated, triumphant
One side-eye caught above doubtful lips
gave birth to the stars I felt brave enough to claim once
(What silken, saccharine?)
My broken arms splayed in nauseous suspension
(Ink stained irises)
I want the metal so bad I can almost fucking taste it
(Emptied, awed, remiss)
Oh my god, my skin, is this really my fucking skin?
(Nothing, nothingness)
The understatement of eternities forced to live
In day dreams, I'm emptied,
desperate eyes cry, "Move without!"
as white hands move shakily
what was taken into red mouths
This torn skin, an offering
to a hopelessness that knows no bounds
An image forced, a peaceful sea
as sickness cultures my evening gowns
I'm lovesick and lonesome
Vampire fangs and a plastic crown
I'm begging and broken
on uncertain knees with my tongue bound
My ribcage splayed open
releasing doves from the underground
My blood paints portraits in blackened mud
of a love someone else has written about
...
I woke up swaddled in blue
On a platter of costly
Little mischievous, ghoulish
Banged the doldrums of ending
As my blood boiled through popped skin
I saw them sing celebrations
I learned that nothing was nothing
That breathing only bred vacant
...
I'm not brave enough to wake up yet
If the tongue is a knife, who am I to say?
Just to be is to bare the brunt of the option
Tell me all about what I haven't tried lately
Tell me all about what your gorgeous eyes saw last night
Tell me all about what you think could save me
Tell me all about it while I'm off alone getting high
supported by 4 fans who also own “Finale. The Floor (The Camel, The Lion, The Child, Who Fucking Cares?)”
I love it when an album that is not my usual thing hits so hard. Great songs and instrumentation all around; I especially love the guitar stutter on Floreal over the chiptune rhythm track. barnaby nygren
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