Overwhelm the self sufficient face from the onward.
Salty cheeks,
thick heat in between the benefits that've been reaped.
Sheeped,
peaked,
high on a hassle free street.
Creep,
chip, chip, wobble and slip,
flip over the rock piece to find a rattle from the snakes that spent your time.
Blind from the venomous lips,
soaked the eyelids thick with the virus of terminally wishing for kindness.
Blanket expression,
coping with a physical oppression.
Smoldering skin swaps the words that lips drop.
Dropped.
Forgot what happened to the burn in the fire.
Someone now a days finds himself a bit quick to retire.
He's not a liar,
but her figure hasn't really even changed.
In fact he's sure that yesterday her ass was fatter than he'd ever claimed.
But it seems he can't feel the lite flame,
stunting on stuttering proclamations of the lame.
Sore,
sick,
stubborn,
but not a walker.
Perhaps it be better if I put forth a better offer.
But what's better than a tongue that likes to wander,
and a partner who can tell when your mind is gonna collapse and falter?
Maybe if I could pig squelch,
had infinite wealth,
could create a work of art without feeling sorry for myself,
take photos of things I'll never truly ever understand,
or listen to an odd genre or a hardly heard of band.
Instead I tend to sit in the sand,
get up and stand for my biggest fan.
Nothingness.
Yeah, we've had some times and most of them were grand.
Never had a complaint about that absent state.
My hands are cramped from days 27 out of 28.
And goddamnit, I'm only 19 with some time I'd still like to waste.
Get spaced,
dance around and trash the whole place!
Now my fingers are the only ones sending blood to my face.
And I've heard every excuse before,
but what's that look?
Was that mace?
The call ended before you even said goodbye.
It's been exactly 7 months since you last had to hear me cry.
But why pry open the legs you felt the need to grope,
when we were tolkin,
coping with the stars tangled in the rope.
Your eyes don't lie, they only seek bliss.
Your tones don't change, they only leave tips.
And I hear you calling my name, but it only gives me an itch to dip,
and say "Fuck everyone and all of this shit."
