caustic rituals
Gaslight a bewitched lighthouse
Canned laughter
Black Friday
Coming back into style
Second thoughts
Heard 3rd hand
I don’t wanna die
But I guess I’m gonna live forever
So I spit out the spirits
Moving mountains second hand
Gaslighting a hornets nest
Fi Fae Foe Fum
I smell the fear
Of a bunch of fucking men
Peacemaker
And the lights are too loud
Before the head rush
Might fuck around
And start a Cold War
Mercy
Yeet myself into the fucking void
as above so below
You don’t know what you want from me
And its as tho you’re just killing time
On your last chance to try
Young blood
All bets are off
Seeing a light in a mirror
With no fucking end
Handout
Spotlight effect
Godspeed transmission
And at the end of the hunt
Hot stepping bee keeper
With a ground loop hum
Im going south
To suck the light out of the light house
Mercy
Cut up method
Straight posted still
In your weird dreams
Deep dive into
Stockholm syndrome
All the bets are off
And it all sounds the same
Young guns and their anti gospel rhetoric
Backfired and whiplashed
while the water is
Five feet high
Sight seeing
With your left hand
And a lazy 3rd eye
Well this is a fucking game changer
Poisoner
Autocorrect
Sorry its just ritual habit
In this essay I will
Mercy
Ok boomer
You feel the spirit of the holy fucking ghost?
Living a half life
With the humor of the gallows
Missed my count
1
2
3
Thanks I hate it
But I knew the whole time
Before the spin out
Before the nightmare feelings
Black Friday
Canned laughter
And the cold case
Pulling teeth
In a crawl space
While a problem dog
Counts arithmetic
King of too fucking far
And when they see you
It’ll be dead to rights
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