[dead man]

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explosions in the cemetery rock me to sleep
halloween ghost costumes out of hospital sheets
enraptured by the gospel you preach
with Bacardi on your breath, watch my tolerance weaken
how do we proceed? we built a monument close
to Arpeggio notes. you whispered as the melody rose
told me all of your secrets .. all of your needs
like planting scarlet begonias in a garden of weeds
heartless the sleeve. darts at the bar, circus bizarre
we are all star children that have learned to revolve
full throttle revolver. six-shot Yosemite sharp
the only single animal let into the Arc
china doll. eyes an inky black. calligraphy mark
we're toxic like exhaust fumes and a sensitive heart
misery martyr speaking for the silenced at 5
developing depressiveness and trying to die
wax crayon outsider. the line for lunch was immense
so i sat and clenched my stomach instead. psyche under arrest
the best times of my life were in a park on the bench
before i knew that disrepair was art in the flesh
decomposition is the closest that we'll ever become
to someone's daughters and sons. emperors, slaves
living breathing organisms, rotting away
obligations to fade out and an option to stay
barefoot, burning walking out of a grave
red cabernet the color of a bloody filet
lobster and steak. my method's growing harder to read
feeling lucid. Jesus Christ inside a carpenter's dream
harbored between calm and serene. carbon and gene
questioning myself. ripped apart at the seams
wintertime your entrances and autumn your leaves
you manipulate like medias and marketing teams
by nature elusive. evaded diffusion, nose to the floor
hurt me soul. punish me for showing remorse
poke at a swarm of killer hornets. that's emotion en forme
we're not supposed to be born. that's why it's so unimportant
i've danced in the storm. mud and water and air
i think the grass would look greener if i cared.





DEADMAN