Cut my toungue out
Failed to express the obvious thing
"Is this it?"
Said so much and understood "Nunca"
If you think that you have it, drilled into you like the nails of the
christ
I can only stare and stare because who it there?
Where have the roses gone, their heads cut off
What sword has swept through this village of thorns
Like a masque; one is not in disguise.
Frost is the fleshy toungue of the spider
of the worm
The one one who will eat you.
Beat upon your chest today
tomorrow you will be mown down, consumed by the most small
silk eaten and corroded; art deco at it't best!
Don't worry, Lethe will give you a toast
Bitter trails of spit, branching between
Obliterating Obliterating
Drink deep the dregs of success
the poison of tomorrow
the jump boys of the truth!
Plant your gaze and taste lick and suck up the highway
cracks are filled with eyes
I lays putrescent
but oh so such life that has formed in my granduer
Kingdoms rise and fall, time a lense that is tasted by all, acquired by
few
Romans vomitting their feast, the lense and taste change but never the
essence
Cities are spinning, and we shall fall off
Dive into my arms
Beam and wither
Splash cold into the clutch
Shake your heads and drench the grotto
Red eyes and hair
Teeth rotted
Mother's love is the gash in which we pulse so ripe
