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.