Spex - Love pt. XI
Constant rumble
Ceased circulation, heart thumping
Minds forming words that make toungues stumble
And so it starts running
The heart's jumping, beats, pumping forehead heat
Your whole world turning under your tored up sneaks
Like what does torture mean?
A waste of saturdays filled with boring weeks?
Lost loves building piles up to Dante's peak?
The darkest sheep searching for a cause to preach?
Soul set out for sale next auction meet
Going once, twice, trice!
And sold without warranty...
So I
Reboot on square one but change the victim
Going back like three years to a chase from distance
Hoping this time ends will differ
That she'll hit me with her melody and solve this endless riddle
A neverending descent in living
Till nights counted on rows of facebook pictures
and cases of liqour ends up in diffrence..
I'm a mind set drifting
With a mindstate lever set to wishings
Binocular viewpoint searching beyond the other side of the crystal
Hope pinned to the end of a wishbone
Thoughts like sparks sharp from the flintstone
Like she's all I can think of?
She's all I can think of!
Citing it, hearing it
Seeing and feeling it and breathing it in
Sucking down on it, rubbing it all in the pores of my skin
And the wind between my eyes
Knocking honey in my combs
norman bates behemot
bubba fett alfred bello
arthur's detour azazello
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