bleeding majesty in an oil slick abyss.
screaming amnesty over wailing sirens this-
eye level grave has plagued wanderers in times midst.
a crumpled page within times fist will list dead kings.
as you cut through trees leaves bleed mist and forming spring.
I'm informing spring that winters moon has moved to june.
soon the barren womb of this balloon will be my tomb.
but i cannot stomach the followers flashy signs.
neon g-strings where the g stands for gravity i'm-
the puke of these nukes in amniotic acid baths.
flash fragments fire sky prolonged epitaphs n' rations.
beat to the punch laugh my face is mangled torn satin.
passion is the half of me that searches for the rest.
a serpent swallows its own tail I then chase my breath.
I chase it through a fox hole thats a worm hole as im left-
timeless and confused to see a fox court a rabbit.
I, just a creature but no creature out of habbit.
without it or you have it indigos souls ravaged.
2006-07-24
18:34:19
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