Failing like swollen lips and faulty knees


We fall to knees
We fold our lips
With calm and ease
We hold our hips

All begging please
We Sold our chips
We want disease
And shoulder this

The apple's kiss
Upon our lips
Knowledge rips
Apart our bliss



Offer me more free lobotomies!
Gut Rot constantly and colostomies!
Sure, the Sun's gone & there's not a breeze
But, olive branch ideologies are lost on me.

In all honesty, I'm appalled by modesty
And nothing, is not my idea of a philosophy
Obviously you got lost in the tragedy of reality
and it's a possibility you'll not see positively

Until you've lost the strings to all your things
and you've lost the means to stop and sing
You'll drop and scream.

Lost in dreams





The possum's pleas are soft and sweet.
All hot and weak like rotten meat.
I seek the heat. You sought defeat.

Beneath my feet I saw the beat.

I caught the sun, you lost the sea.

I'm not the one.

You're not for me.