Coffe lips,
quick stutter acid tips,
sips from the mug life,
an angel out of hell or a demon from a cell,
there's no entity here besides the single lined spell.
Conjure compulsions to cure the potion's,
harmful way of destroying the notions.
Paper skin folds like it's smothered in lotions,
no way to absorb the weight of mighty oceans.
Sea salt saint covered in a sea foam paint.
The fumes assuring that they'll taint,
air quality until you faint.
Self restraint won't help the slaughter.
You're bottled up epiphanies are best sent out to water,
best sent to join the daughter and her silly faced father.
Blotter up the page to mundanely leave this range of understanding the lame till they're contorted and strange.
No way,
I won't dance in flowers found in this field,
they wield a fragrance that will surely make you yield.
Sealed off that passage when it was harboring the snow,
NO YOU DON'T KNOW.
NO I WON'T GO.
NO YOU DIDN'T WAIT FOR THE PARTY THAT CAME BEFORE THE SHOW.
Who'da thunk your lungs were already filled to the brim,
with the hydration sack dripping into the place you contain sin.
CHOKE ON IT.
Maybe there's a reason I was never able to get up and split.
Shit.
Reality is tampered with.
I find more real things when I suck in myth.
I PLEAD THE FIFTH.
Sifting like a screen through sand in forlorn land finding gems and coins through ages they have spanned.
Bland nature taster building the reserve for later,
holding the lined paper,
controlling the man and maker.
The one who would save her but only if you pay them to do the favor.
The one who would blame her once they got the chance to savor the remainder.
The one who will take the chance then sell it to you later.
HATER.
Don't front unless your mad,
just suck it to me.
Let the whole world see you sad,
wear it like jewelry.
Consume the fruits until your sad,
or use the gold key,
so you can contrast from the fad.
It's all you have.
