How many poets have I driven mad?
The solemn drum of their pen
etching marble wings with brass hands
as they run away in their dreams
with I, the strength of their stance
Like trickling of water
the question does erode

And when I fall ill
To the monster of men
I will not dress the occasion
Like some bird's weathered coo
No, a bare foot to boot will do
And into the long winter's levy
I'll ride with bated breath aside

I should be famous.
Yeah, I'm barefaced.
I think you're aimless.
The top is so spacious,
no elbows or vagrants.
Think spaceships.
**** it, add the chips.
My word arrangement's hotter
than the Devil's basement.
Catch me getting gazes,
I'm getting high off their faces.
**** it, I should be famous.

I think I’m getting sick. I keep on heaving bits of ink
down this ***** ******* sink. I’d try to wash my hands,
but for me, ships just seem to sink. And where would I go?
Who would I be? Jack on some jolly ******* sea?
I’d rather die than live another day like a leech.
Put me beneath the weeds, I belong to the trees.

Baby, all I wanna do
shake your mountain dew.
Maybe if we're lucky it'll
glass snake that makeup too.
Who knows we could have
a tangible breakthrough like
frontier scientists tinkering
with love's tyrannical hue.

It's just you and me now, kid.
Distilled til the fellowship could fill a pit.
I'm told to build, but honestly? **** a bridge.
I'd rather tilt a dam and watch the **** spill.
Splash - Flash the fastest, catch my drift?

I picked up today
and placed it to the fray
and with the thickest scope
I peered on through
I saw no difference
not one i could make
so i sat back down
and thought of you
I found my face
in outer space
took one breath
and now I'm late

My skin started falling off again,
I could pick apart every ******* inch.
Gluttony’s got me gobbling guilt.
I’m swallowing forks.
Yeah, I know all roads run to an end.
I’m just trying to get to where they begin.
Indistinct? ****, I feel incomplete.
Partially extinct,
I’m pacing this here ditch deep.
Pass the pack then smash repeat.
I’m just trying to dream another dream,
regardless of the hour or who’s in need.
Let me sleep. Let me slumber.

Broken open, the fountain's foaming.
His coping mechanisms are showing,
the chromatophores got him ghosting.
Boo! I'm out.

I shake trees and watch junkies
drop like leaves. Please, it's a subtle breeze.
If I wanted to, I could puff this place
to it's knees. Freeze! It's a robbery.
Got you reaching for the stars.
Heh, as if you could follow me.
I'm toking up an ocean.
Floating up this poem.
Got it bottled for the coastland.
Coded for the devoted.
Duly noted were the roses.

I’m smoking like I was reaching for the nose bleeds.
Watching **** youse slip through the grit,
you can catch me grinning up a **** storm.
Got the women wet and their boys warm.

Yeah.

Sometimes I think I’m gonna die,
but I keep on spinning anyways.
We’re all here until where not, right?
Would you smile at your last goodbye?

I would.

That’s why I keep a heart tattooed to my hand.
You can always find Indiana and ask him who I am.

I found myself shuffling about
and as I lurked and groaned
from corner to corner, caught
by the charm of each cramped-
condensed street lamp, I looked
up to the drooling moon.
It was then I dreamt of paintings
who's edges sloshed like seas.

The chosen has awoken.
Time to kick back a few potions.
You know, swashbuckle the swig like a showman.
I’m here for the heroics,
all the way down to the goldfish.
I’m the bottom feeder that figured out floating.
Sorta doltish.
Got rank and file like, “Hold on, ***, he’s still loading.”
Um, Ma’am? I think you meant molting.

You look familiar.
I think I’ve seen you here before.
Perhaps you wore yourself a different face;
One of plastic, or perhaps it’s just mâché.
Either way, I’m still happy to see you.
Even if it is fake.
It’s been a while since I’ve felt okay.
I’m dying inside and have no one left to say,
“It’s but a day in the shade of many.”
I lay awake and cling to fleeting dreams
as if I myself could master their wings.
Maybe one day I’ll find the seam
they seem to keep on slipping through.
Who would want such a pathetic thing?
I’m a deadbeat and have been since birth.
The zombie boy’s alone in his own world,
chewing up a storm with his mangled throat.
Here I go again, talking to myself
like there’s a single ounce of hope.

Woe are the men
       who find no start
                Brittle be their
                        filament hearts
                        Angst in the air
                      sparks retreat
            like tainted pollen
to finicky bees

I've lost all sense of what's to come,
long before I came to be.

Without you my words feel forced and I
haven't the voice to accomplish it on my own.
Where have you been, my one true love?
The night draws near and I'll be needing a throne.
You are the cornerstone of my patented tone
and there is a catacomb that I long to roam.
I'll sacrifice you my thoughts and I'll eat my heart
head first til all the parts that used to make
me work are caught up in an unforgiving smirk.
I'll let the fickle flesh rot in between my teeth so
when I worship you you'll taste everything I mean.
Take your hooks and thread them through my skin,
I don't wanna ever feel like I ******* belong again.
I'll circle the pentagram in search of what I am, so long
as you cut out the middle man and make me the lamb.
The only time I feel alive is when I'm dead.
The only time I feel alive is when I'm dead.
The only time I feel alive is when I'm dead.