Dipping my microships in gasoline sauce

[Zombie]

Ephemeral. A testament to your consecutive soft lies
Whispered in the crevices that I could barely hard write
You withered in the autumn weather, whispering an awesome fiddle
Through the instruments you hardly whittled, I was playing third string.
Warming the bench, while you were all warped in your sense.
Bottled your demons, while you ran wild, vial as was tense
Vile. It’s intense. I mean you were so lovely and dangerous
Like being afloat the oceans, and have a palace built on a balanced glacier.
Can you smell the explosive nature?
If I had erasers, I’d erase anamnesis to shattered pieces, from that laughs received.
It’s more than a avid feature. We had a future. We were supposed to…
I’d time travel back to Garden Eden, and I swear to Jesus
I’d grab eve and drop adam bombs, to our ever past and secret.
Cause the snakes in the grass, is always meaner on the other side, it’s for real
The rotten apple doesn’t fall from the tree. But the tree was built on a hill
And that apple fell to the sea, and I just hope that apple was grown; into a beast
And transfixed to my throat, cause my adams apple chokes on it’s spit, when I think on every single thing we had to conceive, we traveled the seas
not literally though….
You just had to be weak. Metronome castle. Spoke a colorful and balanced laser
You were the first flower to blossom brush strokes in your caricature,
To me you were second nature. Sitting bottoms at large oaks
Bongo drums, sparking your dark flavor.
A stranded home. Alone, there goes the vagabond. I’ve had enough
If I see you, it’s a waiver on sight. Get away, it’s alright
Veteran’s war crime. Not severing all ties, like tailors on strike