Syrup skin:

dead man · 06-05-2014, 03:18 AM

syrup skin. tasting maple sugar coating a branch
milky flesh like fallen snow in the grass. folkloric romance
iron lemonade. paper acid hydrochloric, entranced
by the sound of it. it's counterfeit. please pour me a glass
choke. nostrils run a yolky yellowish tinge
keystroke letter syringe. soak. she wrote a heroin binge
leaking larynx fluid onto canvas for paint
savage and saint. eating passion fruit and masking the pain
candlestick imaginative on paraffin page
lighter fluid nightmares help me live for the day
set to engage. neon thunderstorms ecliptic invasion
while i'm building walls to keep them out of papier-mâché
it makes me anxious to say this. but i'm fading away
scared to face the finale but it was only a phase
time to reevaluate the roads that you've taken
when egoism overtakes your social engagements
ambrosian the plates, tectonic monolith shape-shift
mass recolonization. anthropological matrix
kafkaesque, the jaded. it was a novel mistake
allowing me to occupy this column of space
microcosmos retraced. manifest the marvelous. wait
let me let it breathe. take a minute. pause and replay -
for honesty's sake let's all just admit it, we're fake
i'll take a warm bullet over heartless embrace
starry your gaze. stacked like Giza's architectural slaves
Pharaoh pheromones. Imhotep's ancestral remains
the only conviction that never led me astray:
shoot the messenger but kill the one the messenger blamed
stasis still provides a rather comfortable state
cuz every step forward is a step in the grave
can't help but feel like everything i write is in vain
because it never feels the same. the worst addiction is change
but that's nature and it stays. human conditions are strange
nothing like the sciences could ever explain. like
if April can extinguish a particular flame
we'll abandon dry shelter just to sit in the rain
sit with me and speak beneath the willow at 5
limbs warping under pressure like developing minds
speak and make me real to you. i'm rotting inside
it's like the only thing i fear is being alive

06-05-2014, 03:18 AM	#1
dead man living Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 3,485 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: 77606679	Syrup skin: syrup skin. tasting maple sugar coating a branch milky flesh like fallen snow in the grass. folkloric romance iron lemonade. paper acid hydrochloric, entranced by the sound of it. it's counterfeit. please pour me a glass choke. nostrils run a yolky yellowish tinge keystroke letter syringe. soak. she wrote a heroin binge leaking larynx fluid onto canvas for paint savage and saint. eating passion fruit and masking the pain candlestick imaginative on paraffin page lighter fluid nightmares help me live for the day set to engage. neon thunderstorms ecliptic invasion while i'm building walls to keep them out of papier-mâché it makes me anxious to say this. but i'm fading away scared to face the finale but it was only a phase time to reevaluate the roads that you've taken when egoism overtakes your social engagements ambrosian the plates, tectonic monolith shape-shift mass recolonization. anthropological matrix kafkaesque, the jaded. it was a novel mistake allowing me to occupy this column of space microcosmos retraced. manifest the marvelous. wait let me let it breathe. take a minute. pause and replay - for honesty's sake let's all just admit it, we're fake i'll take a warm bullet over heartless embrace starry your gaze. stacked like Giza's architectural slaves Pharaoh pheromones. Imhotep's ancestral remains the only conviction that never led me astray: shoot the messenger but kill the one the messenger blamed stasis still provides a rather comfortable state cuz every step forward is a step in the grave can't help but feel like everything i write is in vain because it never feels the same. the worst addiction is change but that's nature and it stays. human conditions are strange nothing like the sciences could ever explain. like if April can extinguish a particular flame we'll abandon dry shelter just to sit in the rain sit with me and speak beneath the willow at 5 limbs warping under pressure like developing minds speak and make me real to you. i'm rotting inside it's like the only thing i fear is being alive __________________ Zack Wicks for president