darko

Skin sheds like seasons dispersed, landed feet first, cursed by what then was the worst, but built foundation grounded i exposed...from soil/

a compound seeded in rows/
unknown from palms like pondered stonehedge growth/

so we change and wrinkles sketch out stencils for grey age, i broke bones casting fingertips gripped with canes/

hunched back from built up raps idolizing notre dame,
trying to live me life between the picture and the frame, unchained/

by this mental intoxication engulfing my brain,
i feel ive wrapped words in webs of mucas running a train/

but change is the only constant so im consistently attempting consistents,
hoping one of these days you cats will get with this/

the fluctuation of thoughts on the road to finget tips wishing it was faster but like wood its inevitable to chip,
coffin eclipse,
counting the days ive been buried alive inside this mind,
only known by the scratch marks i know see as a shrine/

above me they hover, or below them i sink,
just trying to balance on this antique glass in which my existence seems to drink/

swig after swig, vomit after sleep,

the day i met grim i was on my back when he reaped/


Everything Must Change...