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It sits there, stagnant, in the fucking dark
wearing rusty shoes, just waiting to slit
It eats rotting fruit smelling of vinegar.
The timeless candle of a tv shines
With venomous bouts of flickering light
On a silent trail of purple organs
Dropped from a bucket of grey carnival
The fucker drags around the room with him.
From the balcony of the apartment
It drops human hearts filled with thing black ink
Soon rolling heads, crowded with teeth,
have chewed the hearts, alon, with no torso.
It watches, and It drools, taking a drag
On an imaginary cigarrette.
It writes itself some code to come back in
Where it pours itself in the glass corner
and counts how many ribs it has inside.
The ice in the scotch it has never melts
as it tips and sips and swallows and pours
all night it does this inside my land mine,
until the sky opens its mouth outside.
Sunlight comes through cat-eyes on the ocean
and it smokes no more and drinks no more
and it climbs out on my terrace as green,
grows beautiful cherry flavored flowers,
and night and day growl at eachother.
One gives up and goes back to galaxies,
The other turns dreams from cherry to black
This turns around and around in the womb...

Until I make up its godamm slow mind
and I throw a thick black heart at the wall.

Description
It sits there, stagnant, in the fucking dark
wearing rusty shoes, just waiting to slit
It eats rotting fruit smelling of vinegar.
The timeless candle of a tv shines
With venomous bouts of flickering light
On a silent trail of purple organs
Dropped from a bucket of grey carnival
The fucker drags around the room with him.
From the balcony of the apartment
It drops human hearts filled with thing black ink
Soon rolling heads, crowded with teeth,
have chewed the hearts, alon, with no torso.
It watches, and It drools, taking a drag
On an imaginary cigarrette.
It writes itself some code to come back in
Where it pours itself in the glass corner
and counts how many ribs it has inside.
The ice in the scotch it has never melts
as it tips and sips and swallows and pours
all night it does this inside my land mine,
until the sky opens its mouth outside.
Sunlight comes through cat-eyes on the ocean
and it smokes no more and drinks no more
and it climbs out on my terrace as green,
grows beautiful cherry flavored flowers,
and night and day growl at eachother.
One gives up and goes back to galaxies,
The other turns dreams from cherry to black
This turns around and around in the womb...

Until I make up its godamm slow mind
and I throw a thick black heart at the wall.