Stuck in the depths of it  
As I am now  
I am just a cow  
Spewing milk upon the floor  
Chewing my teeth away  
With maniacal rapport  
   
It seems Like a life time  
Is exactly how long it takes  
Till they rot right to the core  
   
   
I drift amongst the figments of my guise    
A writer is good at his disguise  
Devilish deceiver  
I paint myself black  
To hide the colourful lack of it all  
Though  
A drifter I sway  
Placating and pegging  
Counting the date and the days  
   
I know that I am rotten  
Pushing everyone away  
I’m holding on just long enough  
To be forgotten  
   
Maybe then I can kill myself without guilt.

Melt with me
and be oblivious
my dear liquid
my dear friend
and dont let me
nor anyone else
get a grip
for im slipping away
and i dont want sympathy, help
or any of this shit.

Oh limber timber

With your subtle indepth grain

I kindle and bring fire

To burn you up

And to chastise once again

 

Limbering treatise

Crackered creak

Long deep breaths

And the solemn tinker

Of malingering Groans

I twist in bitter ecstasy

Until the dirt and bone

 

My timid little

Limber timber

Sublimely hide within

Sway with this gentle reside

Tied up in your tides

Supp the sweetness of finality

As you slip away

Banal amongst some finicky bereft

I have places in mind
Again
And I’ve seen things, I wish not to believe
Pleasure placate my disguise
Nurture truths into disease

Certain things
Don’t want to die
I end up
Killing other parts of me
They do not know how to hide
The deranger of disharmony

And on my knees
I’ve found this bitter grind
Again
This is just another part of me
I really did not want to find
Another piece of symmetry

Now
He had places in mind
And he fondled as they glimmered dim
He only knows how to hide here
Now that freedom is eluding him

These eyes are dichotomy
A subtle sodomy
Begotten humble bee
Staring back at at me
Withering forestry
Shadowy forgotten territory
An indigo passive tree
Taking strips out of me
Forgotten
Bothersome
Killer anatomy

I’ve got soot on my fingers
And you blacken with my touch
You suffocate as I sweetly smother
Slowley unfolding in my ginger grip
While I try to keep you all wrapped together
Fretting as I watch you rip

Dazed
I explore the empty scenery
Of my supposed past

See I know that I had fallen
And I had known that you were right there
But that was a while ago now
Maybe I was just a fool
To think that you would stop
To think that anyone would care

Am I looking ragged
Disheveled  here
At the end of my rope
Entangled by knots
Deep within
Depressed misery
And what could only be described as
Plot
 
I thought of things
I fought
Though I forgot
Laying back down upon this apathy
And out sourcing
Scorching
In shorter
Cheaper terms
 
I rott

This swimmer of dreams
Sweet sweater of tears
You’ve worked out and knitted through
My strange little anxieties and fears
And im yours
 
Oh shallow end
And
Ever lengthy retire
I’m so tired of
Balding through
Though
Malevolent malnourishment
And ever habitual punishment
Has always been
A miring
Acrid glue
 
I bow
And I folly as if
I follow deep fried wire
And I follow as a knave
Lead to these depressed willows
These sad sinkers of the deep
Drifting down into my fucking clown shoes
And im yours

Loquacious licks of liquid chemistry
lingering liquor
bringer of my foreground
and barer of my seams
and what seems to be

I really hope that i wont regret
the swindling swing and
the decision to kill you from parts of my mind
And as i lay you down to rest
Know Ill never forget
False footing my own pretenses
Youll always wander through my dreams
Your little feet dangling from the parapet

inhibited habitator
sweet dreams
my sideways smirk
smile as if you know what it means
to pick bitterly away at your fingers
and every other part of you
feigning lack of inspiration
ill do exactly what you want me to
dying a slow death
mouldering it over as i chew

Quick trancing ease
appeasement of my disease
blank stare
a smirk
and black eye too
my punishment
its all just frustration
i just cant get through to you