HOME | DD

Description
I circle the sun with my heart tied to a blood-let vision. Your lack of savior souled out the soul of the sound-waves you once surfed on. I shift my eyes till the room shatters on the shores of a oceanic saber tooth edge, bled to a pushin daisy that bloomed in your gestating blessing while the prophetic mummy crawled out the pyramid and fell into your wishing well--- yes sir. Yes sir I commenced in a bullet of lingering linguistics that handed over the sun for a lunar street dwelling mentality that kissed the hallow gun that this ghost tends to pistol whip. I wanna be broken on the lap of your fallen walls, putting horses on kings-men with hoofs of yesterdays violent vacancy. I show these cats a ball of yarn to tug on until we learn to sow our knits between faceless vehement. I am a lifeless veteran sipping daisy dollar bills through the holes of your heritage. I made a shiver in the braille that you were reading on my swollen stem to lure you down and pull you in. I know the sugar canes are sweet beneath the shallow grave, like the grass is always greener to the death when tombstones fall away. I applied lies to the belly of this silent death, vomiting a trust that caught me short until I was finally up to this. You could count the cocoons on my skin until the gaze you hold is covered in peppered moths that blend in with your lens until your vision is full. Bitch slapping bad karma...

Yeah I heard my name above the broken heart you spit upon, made a mokery of your lust and now this shit is done.

More Later,
Matty.

Description
I circle the sun with my heart tied to a blood-let vision. Your lack of savior souled out the soul of the sound-waves you once surfed on. I shift my eyes till the room shatters on the shores of a oceanic saber tooth edge, bled to a pushin daisy that bloomed in your gestating blessing while the prophetic mummy crawled out the pyramid and fell into your wishing well--- yes sir. Yes sir I commenced in a bullet of lingering linguistics that handed over the sun for a lunar street dwelling mentality that kissed the hallow gun that this ghost tends to pistol whip. I wanna be broken on the lap of your fallen walls, putting horses on kings-men with hoofs of yesterdays violent vacancy. I show these cats a ball of yarn to tug on until we learn to sow our knits between faceless vehement. I am a lifeless veteran sipping daisy dollar bills through the holes of your heritage. I made a shiver in the braille that you were reading on my swollen stem to lure you down and pull you in. I know the sugar canes are sweet beneath the shallow grave, like the grass is always greener to the death when tombstones fall away. I applied lies to the belly of this silent death, vomiting a trust that caught me short until I was finally up to this. You could count the cocoons on my skin until the gaze you hold is covered in peppered moths that blend in with your lens until your vision is full. Bitch slapping bad karma...

Yeah I heard my name above the broken heart you spit upon, made a mokery of your lust and now this shit is done.

More Later,
Matty.