A Forest Of Stars Ascension Of The Clowns
I am my own maggot
Consuming myself
Eyeing the optic nervously
From my disadvantageous disposition
Discarded amongst the softened bar snaks of a forgotten apocalypse
Ad nauseam, self-deficient
Leave yourself notes to find your way home
Old man chicken hands
Jitterbugging in the nightmare palace
Whilst the bombs fall
Bury yourself where no one shall ever find you
But no f..cking about, like
At this point the clowns are still in transit
Steady away boys
Poop poop
We shared a joke previous regarding ancestry, failurеs and pits
Perhaps too soon for you to consider your children plantеd around the outskirts of all of this?
Generation loss
Artistic license revoked
The spiders around my eyes would much prefer to be grifting the flies than spinning perfect mysteries
Looped around asfixiation
Another surprise disfigurement
A ticket to ride
Buy your f..cking own
Here she comes, gawd bless her
A hearse a foam with facsimile clowns
Face up on blocks amongst the cinders
Castle of sand
Granny flat of glass
Going down
Damned if you do, my dearest vermin
And of course, just so damned if you don't
Damned if you, my dearest vermin
And of course, just so damned if you don't
I surfaced to the noise of digital flutter
One eye in this mire
Another gouging at the horizon
Whilst the final dances in the horror of right plug
Wrong socket
Amidst all this my heart twitches out to the binary
Wow
Tongue to interrogat the gutter
Lost in the code
The party is somewhere so above
Whilst remaining so below
Hands to the clouds and farthest beyond, then
We'll bring the heavens down to meet us
Then turn ourselves without
