The focus in my left eye doesn't quite match my right.
And the shrill in my swagger won't quite cut it tonight.
Hanging in communicable, cubicles.
Yeah I got that shit too!
Bills to pay & pills to play.
Sure she'll see when he needs to bleed out,
Anything she needs.
That last line was not a typo,
Eyes opened and closing faster with the beats of a well hardened organ.
I struck her vainest vein with my sharpest needle.
Shards of scar tissue struck bloodlines like branches.
And raising just enough 'caine to start/stop a nosebleed.
Seed. Planted. Stunted!
If and only if. We're talkin evolution here.
I know you're now explaining with quick breaths.
How I shouldn't read too deep.
Or lose! Too much sleep.
But it was bound to happen.
And if I hadn't wanted to fall...
Then why the hell was I standing at the edge of this big fucking cliff with a sign that must've read something like:
Hey.I'm.ready.to.be.kicked.into.squares.
Helpful hints only hinted towards hidden scents of me.
Burning justly beneath their feet.
And I'll just sit in the dark and let the repeat pick apart.
Take this night for your example of.
At a loss for anything but words.
Picture me broken.
I struck her vainest vein with my sharpest needle.
And the treestumps stand rotted in this corroded
I struck her downest low with my glock cocked back in my hand.
Don't forget anything that I didn't know.
The focus in my left eye doesn't quite match my right.
And the shrill in my swagger won't quite cut it tonight.