Exploded pen, never a word again, are you happy, no lines or investment
And this is my gift in mystery, promote conversation, start, preserve history
Everyone is correct, until the cost for failure a headless neck, better go double check
Where we were, gone so faded, today is where we are, made it
Better dress right, if outside appearances make you feel tight, I operate inside
Same place you run from but can’t hide, projections on me but you can’t kill a dead man you’ll freeze, frozen in errors whenever you breathe
Abandoned by man, Abandoned by gods, only interested party wants my death so his penis can stay hard, large
Only demons in charge, until writing instrument plays, no note strays, up down days, it is as a greater spirit says
Bleed Ink.
Hidden under louder wheels, silent penmanship when I dip lower into this interactive movie trip, tired, hands on hip
Speaking to whom I wonder, storing soul safely avoiding plunder, but shitty experiences beat my best plungers
Took pills, didn’t see any promised lands or hills mainly mountains, faith nonexistent couldn’t stomp them
Laying blood to parchment, spirit freestyle release I slaughter self-destruction after every post even as my end closes in, coast to coast
Alone alone, or no answer when I call, no one at home, preparing a loser for a losing battle, ground up as meat, human cattle
No control, insecure saddle, still swinging, still sinking scared as hell, expanded eyes rapidly blinking unfortunately out of time I hear bells
Dinner time for my foes, dying wide awake when no one knows, red ink, book finally closed.
