DEADMAN, as you were
oxytocin and stress
our nightly potion, possessive
cortisol in my breath. smoky repentance, lonely apprentice
waiting for a teacher to call, read me a poem
to change my mind and realign my feelings, evolve
me into something more. something stronger, important
i long for a moment. just a moment of patience
an emotional stasis. penstroke of oasis, where only we made it
helvetica stains upon my webinar pages
teardrop tattoo like i invented this gang shit, death, i renamed it
fetish for facelift, twin identities each second is makeshift
i spent a treasure for a better replacement. let me rephrase
i left heaven for a hell that embraced me. metal to grain
set in my ways. you can tell these wheels are freshly rotated
engineered to only be accessible wasted. as you were
as i've been. embarrassing to wake in a sweat
not remembering anything that i probably said
it's not a regression, i promise in jest, then vomit digestive
grab my wallet and cigarettes off the top of your dresser
craved solitude to carve an incentive
wanted success, sacrificed like all of my friendships
how dark does it get. that's part of the question. swallowing medicine
partially present. mostly lost in his sentiments
alcoholism scented. loving me a costly investment
in love with a goddess and somehow hardly impressed
we all just want somebody to talk to.
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Zack Wicks for president
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