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dead man · 10-05-2019, 01:00 AM

lying

awake. waiting for a time to escape
prideful as ever, writing letters
to our private relationship. tying the tethers
quite the endeavor, we were dying together
trying to race towards whatever we could find in our haste:
climate change, twice the rain
twice the regret .. relishing like hell in every lie we embellished
reckless as any, always shy to repent
so our cycle continues like synchronizing a swim
silent and naked. its dark outside and crickets are chirping
we hear it from the windows of our second-floor purchase
woodpanel flush with portraits.
carpet faded with years
i worked and drank and sat with you in vague insincerity
every day you spend is like donating to charity
interactions all a lesson from your cognitive therapy
pardon me. let me free.
leave me tied to a bench
its like i never left my father's house inside of my head
adolescent evermore. its wild and upsetting
how we'll never feel much older than our time as a kid,
using rhyme to repress. or is it silent expression?
either sublimation only guides me to questions -
alligator fang-snapping terrorizing the lake
or a thousand-mirror medusa on an island of snakes
copying fake, obstinate major, riding a wave
stroller rides to the grave, i'm here like bedbugs and AIDS
either accept it and let it lie in your veins
or lie in a grave full of promises we probably made
neurologic escapist. diagnostic enslaved
healing others to account for all the life that i wasted
biomatrix, stuck in transit. red-line ride, 35th
spent my life counting minutes til my life can begin
a giant in skin. mindful militia, vibrant within
when lightning struck oil and mined a diamond instead
he arrived from the dead. headlights on bright in the whip
when worlds collide we die in the wreckage. psychic ascension -
higher than prince when he was writing his hits,
trial has commenced
myelin sheath corroded, bipolar tendancies, i plead the fifth
cease and exist, briefly as this. a meaty imprinting
organizing barriers and seeking religion
secretion and sense is all we contribute. simple as pie
boil it down - your only memory is how you're designed
but
why

dm

10-05-2019, 01:00 AM	#1
dead man living Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 3,467 Battle Record: 33-18 Accomplishments - Hall of Fame Champed - AOWL Season 1 - Art of Writing League - AOWL Season 4 - Write Week V - GWL Season 1 Rep Power: 77606676	Dead Man: Ascension lying awake. waiting for a time to escape prideful as ever, writing letters to our private relationship. tying the tethers quite the endeavor, we were dying together trying to race towards whatever we could find in our haste: climate change, twice the rain twice the regret .. relishing like hell in every lie we embellished reckless as any, always shy to repent so our cycle continues like synchronizing a swim silent and naked. its dark outside and crickets are chirping we hear it from the windows of our second-floor purchase woodpanel flush with portraits. carpet faded with years i worked and drank and sat with you in vague insincerity every day you spend is like donating to charity interactions all a lesson from your cognitive therapy pardon me. let me free. leave me tied to a bench its like i never left my father's house inside of my head adolescent evermore. its wild and upsetting how we'll never feel much older than our time as a kid, using rhyme to repress. or is it silent expression? either sublimation only guides me to questions - alligator fang-snapping terrorizing the lake or a thousand-mirror medusa on an island of snakes copying fake, obstinate major, riding a wave stroller rides to the grave, i'm here like bedbugs and AIDS either accept it and let it lie in your veins or lie in a grave full of promises we probably made neurologic escapist. diagnostic enslaved healing others to account for all the life that i wasted biomatrix, stuck in transit. red-line ride, 35th spent my life counting minutes til my life can begin a giant in skin. mindful militia, vibrant within when lightning struck oil and mined a diamond instead he arrived from the dead. headlights on bright in the whip when worlds collide we die in the wreckage. psychic ascension - higher than prince when he was writing his hits, trial has commenced myelin sheath corroded, bipolar tendancies, i plead the fifth cease and exist, briefly as this. a meaty imprinting organizing barriers and seeking religion secretion and sense is all we contribute. simple as pie boil it down - your only memory is how you're designed but why dm __________________ Zack Wicks for president