reflexive the best years yet invested testing drops with a rock see how big the splash is set a timer on the bomb under cloud cover molding a future where I smile at you in the shower in all the shamelessness waving with my white flag a Trojan horse behind me full of something that they've never seen sweet nectarine my only beauty queen shattering dimensions I'm open-chested happily I smell your hair through the airwaves sense the coming crash in the distance smacking down eventually slow the dice rolls kiss 'em right before I throw 7 dots jackpot welcome home we belong together
The deepest hole I've ever dug shrugged and let the ground fall from underneath my steel toes. Fighting off my own devices, I'm keeping me aware. In case of emergency, break the glass, momentous cracks barely held together with super glue, hopes and prayers. It seems my legacy is being browbeaten, tied too tightly, but loosely held, stuck floating on the ceiling, or am I just dreaming? Souls coaxing in and out of unconscious obnoxiousness. I cry a river just to give the dirt a current. They say, one day, as our catchlights start to flicker, all pain escapes our vessels. Sometimes it feels so near. When nightmares treat me better than the fear of sleeping, losing logic like the serum in my blood missing crimson, I roll over and crack my back in ways to snap back to reality, savagely. Mind your step, this is no place for passivity.
The devil dragged me down to hell. She found a way to strap me down. A painful stare across the room. paralysis entombed They found me mute in lifeless noise. Grant me with a crown of thorns. Teach me how to live in chains. demonically annoyed My sorrow marrow yelling "wake me!" Jellyfish refusing stinging. Charley horse my buttered bread. I found an entrance back. The bump atop my temple, painful. Poison me to slow the tempo. Speaking to the robots in a language they enjoy. The hairs are standing from my pores. My boat is beaching on the shore. The kraken is erratic, as I swim into the depths.
The last lightning strike staggered him, shaking the ground as it enflamed the lone tree dying in the field. He laid there, staring at the grey sky moving its angry clouds at a feverish pace. His hands met the soil as he pushed himself up to face the roar of the flames. "Almost got me that time," he exhausted with a slight laugh. He stood and wiped the dirt from his jeans. His steed must've been a mile away by now, cutting the horizon in a gallop. With no way to escape the storm encasing his midst, he stared at the embers raging in front of him. "I hear you, but I don't understand," he muttered at the sky, as a slight trickle of rain tickled his cheeks. His shotgun laid dead in the plains, arms length from where his feet left the surface. Then he saw them. Laying impressions in the pasture, bodies prone and slowly encroaching. It wasn't their mission he sensed, it was their fear. The whites of their eyes broke through the tan strands demanding them to cease. In the immediate shock of not being the open field kindling, he took his time to stagger to his rifle. He shouted, valiantly, "Well boys, it looks like God doesn't want you in these parts," he leaned down and retrieved his resolver, "you should heed His message, because that's not the only thunder he's brought to you today." Stone faced, he shot a shell into the distance, just to make em squirm. "The lord giveth, and the lord taketh away," a slug hanging from his teeth as he loaded two more rounds into his sword, "And today, I'm your Huckleberry." The bodies quivered the stalks surrounding them as they finally realized the fearlessness encroaching their position. "I'm sorry sir, I can't, I've got kids!" A slumped body rose halfway, running down the hill it had approached upon. One shot. The screams melded with the murmur of electricity flowing through the atmosphere. "Now, I told you boys to leave me be, but you wouldn't listen." He walked slowly towards the hilltop. "He got me good sheriff!" "Shut your fuckin mouth deputy." "Oh, c'mon now, that's no way to talk to your subordinates." And then he saw it. The glistening star shown through the wind and the wheat. "Should've let me be sheriff." Aiming down his irons, he blasted away.
I chew my toothpicks till I break em down to splintered bits I nail my palms in different ways until it makes sense describing sovereignty bleeding out on shoestrings the path of finding muddled muddy waters under everything sweeter than a strawberry extra fucking ordinary the way you smile inside your snake pit bravest kind of lady scene craft smacking masking laying on the floor writhing tell me every secret and I'll swallow keys to keep em precious waves crashing shorelines conform my paperboy to throw the news to ruin breakfast glass shattered perfectly tone deaf ruffled feathers falling from the nest inside the silk pedals lining up my windowsill breathless blindfold spine-tingled drive home sky fold moon running faster than the stars from the sun show please tell me everything never ever let the evanescence of impermanence leave without you kissing me the sharks gathered for a feast little did they know that I'm bleeding out because I want a fight before I finally go stone's throw almost feel my lips finally reaching yours too long I'll knock until the front door opens
My fingers trembled. Sweat lacing my brow as sunken cheeks squeezed my scowl into a pucker, I reached into my chest pocket. The brown stains on my handkerchief reinvigorated color as a glistening glow of crimson spattered, coughing violently into my palm. "Doc, you alright?" "I'm fine Wyatt, just peachy." Shutters slammed in anticipation as the townsfolk cowered in the corners of their rooms. The bar fights and a cryptic soliloquy was all I ever needed to take their breaths away. Thirty shots in thirty seconds. "You're all under arrest." "No, sir, I don't think we are". Stumbling under the weight of my tarnished lungs, I found a way back to the saloon. "Glass of whisky barkeep."
How many people can you fit inside a coffin? How many times did I decide to venture further? a spot of darkness spiders feed saw myself pacing on the floorboards continuing continuation left to the right finally turn around frightened breathe less light left pulling down a string to end the brightness sit and wonder what's inside the black remark less staring at the Max Payne on Christmas and barely stable listen to the flesh of fallen angels diving into bullets I know how to fucking kill you smark mark Holy Shit he jumped into a table X, Triangle, Square, Circle R2, then R1 flailing fingers fill my hollow Remember when the only thing that mattered was corrupting every save point? Metal Gear Solid now we feed on "who'd you fuck?" "why's my paycheck short a sum?" "why can't I unravel in the things that let me lose an hour?" I don't know my old friends. I don't care about their health or their families. You're nothing more than common sheep. "We choose our paths", said your guidance counselor. Right before they drove home and confided in a bottle of tequila.
eat shit before describing the taste eat enough it all tastes the same take a break from monotony check your feed sending screams into the void pathetically method acting as we sleep snoring like it's Oscar worthy slap you in the face paying back an apple that you stole on the Euphrates a tiger on the Tigris is prowling now undermining everything breastbone holding in my bloodstained pressure cooker invoke a slow blow fusing failed incineration talking too much feeling awfully out of touch here's my realness if you want if not? I'll shove it down your fucking throat
An eclectic mess of maddening damages ravages, savagely saving my princess. The moral magnificence, tormenting sundresses, stork and a blanket that dropped from the heavens. Toiled, babbling bubbles to sing less, the axe I've been dragging to cut off the headless. Dastard describing discrepancy, let me be bold and beneath with a tinge of timidity. Leftover past lives, I'll meet you again when the sun and the moon find a way to break bread. Sullen and swollen, the toothaches and dice rolls, sparkling barks at the truck down the road. My sweetness is panicking, roaming the cellar, the ladder, I've lost it. I'll jump down your well.
Bitterness and wind make a grouch. Something in my brain is leaking out. Suspiciousness insidious, I smile at incompetence. Your karma trap is counting down, treat you like a demon. eaten alive sic 'em vengefullness can make a monster running on a wheel until the wheel is running you down and out grace in a pink slip appreciating arrogance poke the lion long enough he'll never stop pursuit