Usurp synapse

The end of improvisions Split fingernails I bring to the fold Painted rebellion runs close to failure Counting broken ribs Dim lit rooms seem adequate for the procedure Relying on backdrops as well as...

Defunct images clatter around, low haze races in, colors blur by reaching past gaps my analog past comes crashing in.

Procedure becomes thought, fractured bones replace faint days. symphony hits me once again, resealed envelopes erase the validation that strains, my heart is in my throat.

Sour residu is left over by humor that twist the arm and manipulates the drum, years behind the seconds off tempo, sickness becomes redundent.

With a toggle of a switch negative space reverses opinions Ugly hands tend to take control of strained voices and stolen breath Meshed characters with split personalitys fall off the timeline The...

You can clock the pastel shaded sketches of the dissected brain Baffled by results on file Rotting stomachs and circular divisions cancels out the day

Sour residu is left over by humor that twist the arm and manipulates the drum, years behind the seconds off tempo, sickness becomes redundent.

With a full right turn the process of rotting teeth begins. releasing the spit valves, my watch clicks a couple clocks too fast. the smell of silence makes hair curl. ink smeared pages, your pen cuts...