Hold me like your slave. And I’ll behave, holding to the lessons learned by the brave. They don’t need them. But, I do. You’re black, and I’m blue. I speak to the trees. They speak for me, and move through the shallows shedding seeds. Fear be praised, and armies raised to rally round the grieving chorus. They warn us not to raise our voices. Sigh after useless sigh. Twitching tongues, midwives, sorcerers collect until the stakes get bored. My Lord, forgive me for all the smoke. Cause I’d rather stay than make it out alive and, drink until I choke. So, don’t help me now. A reckless and a patient florist. I hope that’s what you came to see. I’ve forgotten where my nerve is. If we’re drawing lines, I’ll put my fingers in the sand, and neglect to move the rest of me. Irreverent drones, grab a number and find a spot inside your faithless holes. Heavy weather; are you moving through my eyes today? Careful now replacing these. Oh how cute are you, still erasing every sign of light. Erase me. Erase me. Prolific in glares. Emphatic or divine? Remind me who else knows? Remind me where the light shown from. I used to know, but I’m starting to forget how we used to play. To lose the face I’m looking into looked away. Take care my darling. I never leave so, I’ll still own you when you make it back from war. Don’t be gone for long. Just wander till our seeds are grown. Rest easy. I’ll bring my own provisions. Release me. I’m free, but I’m still hiding. Impotent, I filed down my claws. Comatose? How shall I decrease? Divorce me. Divorce me. Divorce me. I’m the liar. Believe me. Believe me. We’ve seen brighter days, hogtied and lined in rows. Damn betraying hands. There’s still some magic in the air. Polluted? I do this swinging through a fall. In ruin I’m fluent, but I swear I’ve had enough. In cursive the words spin ploys, and cover us. Festive bruising, come reduce me to your effigy. Craving stagnating. Supplant the tracers with the learned. Craving unmoving perspectives privately defined to stay hearts and minds. Morality; may it never be defined. Eclectics hold, I’ve seen your party favors. You’ve got your modes. And, I’ve got mine. I’ve house all the servants we burnt for insulation. HIDE! “Deny all your faiths or prove them” Ashamed of the lines I knew. All hail the finest print. I’ll move in the ruins. Oh, please deride me as the manic vessels pile. Oh, please rip off my skin. We’re only beginning to rely on crafty musings. They run in short supply, and testify of my gods, “Obey the reigns.” My heart’s been desecrated. And, I’ll make my gods pay. Take arms and vow to come with us, vultures. The teachers hand is holding your cup. Makes a flame to dine. My hands are open wide harvesting homes. My hands have learned how to lie. Would you recruit them to pour out the doubt? Appalling! They could mistake me for a fly. My teachers and I, ”Places now everyone, places, and shake.” You ruined us, Fame. By now have seen enough faces behind my eyes. But, you can make any faces you want to shine, scruples defined. Dim the torches. Tremors bind tomes full of endless faces. Vectors leaving traces of their roots. I’m seeding for you. There will be forests before I’m gone. Oh, how we adore them. I hope there’s more where you come from. I’ll eat the core before I’m out of air. Bad breath and flutes tap dance on an open wound. Lab rats belong to shareholders too. And, to these lungs, dim the torches. I belong in you.

Law after law. There’s a scratch on the lens, but I can defend the edicts of capitulation. Smells like a cure. That beloved, rancid tonic it is guzzled with lust by our bitter, crippled, should be lovers. Emaciated? Now, drink it up. PLAGUE OR BANNER? No, you watch your manners. And, I’ll the watch the contorting faces of movers and makers and healers blur into their terrified reflections of an image that we’ll never know. Because, it doesn’t speak. No, it never sang over me. This is a most precious dismemberment. We can try and revolt. Now, don’t you smile for me. This isn’t you. This isn’t anyone. This isn’t breathing. This is extinction in color. Just sear and take it in, and resonate with a note that makes you quiver. And, swallow with a sliver of denial. I could tear you apart, and I like it that way. You could flow through my pores, and I like it that way. I could glisten. But, I’d rather listen to screams. Coals on heads like mountains. Crack a smile cracks the skin. Outright apostasy. And, I’ll babes swaddling babes. We’re so thin. Will you let me in? You’re getting harder to look at, sketching boundaries for my frame. Where we gonna find babes to gnaw it off? I don’t know if there ever were. I don’t know if I’m breathing. Where we gonna find homes in between the cheering and the grieving? But, what do I know? And, who do I think I am? Like I can hold you sound asleep? And, I’m feeling like a creep, because I don’t live here. But, we refuse new roads. I’ll hate those heartless anecdotes of fear and inspiration til I see eyes inside of mine. Maybe it’s just me, a captive creature, graft to a crutch, face like a devil. But, she ain’t worried about me. We pave straight lines when left to our own devices. They’re buried deep within the skin. Now, come on in, and take a naughty little peak inside our dreams. You’ll find a brand new brand of sin. I’m dead. Why don’t you get in my head, and divide the path from the end of me? Won’t someone, anyone panic already and pave, nurture, grow til the knaves learn to sow. Beggers they tear me apart. That might be a little optimistic. Some wander through me in search of solid ground. If it’s me not standing in the fray go ahead bleed me out. I gotta seed for you. I was born by myself, and I’m heading out the same. I won’t miss this chance to marry the ground. Victim or aggressor? Through all the mange I can’t call your bluff. We’re sick with fear, but can’t get enough of the ultimatums proceeding the trip. So, sink fangs, and let it smear round the lips. Sink fangs, and let it drip down the hip. Animals get burnt. They’re rude so they oughta. They heard my name and murdered. Animals get burnt. And, they’re bound to a pledge, “Nurture Disorder”. The passengers rebel, “What challenge owns its consequences?” Never pardon my manners again. I hope you squirm. Primate fashion show. My Dear, I should know. What I’m not buying, it looks good on me. We paid at the noose for a pot to piss in. Now, swear to me. Swear that you won’t let me out. The passengers rebel, “What challenge owns its own consequences?” Never pardon my manners again. Kindly smile and wave. Then, fulfill the law.