dead man, TARNISH

[dead man]

so



habit dependent. majora's mask of resentment
its sad when solitude becomes your antidepressant
back at the breakfast table you were asking me questions
which i answered indirectly for the palpable tension
relish the wait, a hunter's etiquette. the silence erupts
7 seconds delayed. now we're feeling awkward as fuck
tar-stained smiles. tarmac roads on Clark street parking the truck
you put the tar in tarnished cause you're coughing it up
lost in the lust. like august at dusk, lights in the distance
its transportive. dope per dosage like a licensed physician
writer of sentences. writer of truth. writer of fiction
stretching artistic nuance with no type of extension
shine opalescent. cybergenetic hydrogen weapon
biosynthetic spikes delivered via viral infection
sniper attention. grad student indecisive as freshman
misguide me with your intellect, satire, disconnection
your eyes are electric like your skin is velour
silky and porous. a bit complex like adding 60 to 4
system disorder. prisoner, you're pretty as porn
road tripping Discordia for an idol to mourn
less insightful than bored. too desensitized to rebel
believing half of what i see and every lie that you tell
put your ear to the shell. now put your eye to the chamber
its not goodbye. its suicide. its, i'll see you later



DEADMAN