tired but no sleep,
this head's too weary for pillows
sunshine blinds the room
a Venician blind, crosshatch pattern, shadow display
this day was dark 'til we fucked it out
RAPE EYES
take your delusional two-tone pill
Blue waters drowning the sad sunrise in a pale intoxication
this night was fucked since our creation
this tornado, magical mechanic of an evolution from primordia
distorted intrusions
my mental alusions
I chipped my tooth on forshadowing
this DRAMA is filming itself
SAY HELLO TO THE MAN AT YOUR BACK
High on flouride and SWANSONS tv DINNERS for two
SAY HELLO TO BIG BROTHER AT YOUR BACK
with the 7am baker's dozen and the two piece headset
~FUCKED~
Hes got your head on a butchers table
Keep rolling film
twice as fast and letting go
of solice for solitude
Fear an aprehension of a discomforting aura
this rain is pouring like hammers from a blacksmith's deft aim
straight through the skin like ice picks
chilled to the fucking bone
this black and blue night is shadowed in remnants of hollow exceptions
her priceless jewels far from sanctity
something resembling warmth and the faint smell of lavender and chanel
has found me in this malodious daze
this beauty is blinding
grey cloud consuming, enveloped in what one could only refer to as bliss and eternal feelgoodiness
but autumn always ruins a warm day
running through the blood like metastisized tumors
the rain and 3 shades of gold, auburn and rusty brown
death collecting upon the earth
insecurity obscuring the light
-Sam Uhrich
this head's too weary for pillows
sunshine blinds the room
a Venician blind, crosshatch pattern, shadow display
this day was dark 'til we fucked it out
RAPE EYES
take your delusional two-tone pill
Blue waters drowning the sad sunrise in a pale intoxication
this night was fucked since our creation
this tornado, magical mechanic of an evolution from primordia
distorted intrusions
my mental alusions
I chipped my tooth on forshadowing
this DRAMA is filming itself
SAY HELLO TO THE MAN AT YOUR BACK
High on flouride and SWANSONS tv DINNERS for two
SAY HELLO TO BIG BROTHER AT YOUR BACK
with the 7am baker's dozen and the two piece headset
~FUCKED~
Hes got your head on a butchers table
Keep rolling film
twice as fast and letting go
of solice for solitude
Fear an aprehension of a discomforting aura
this rain is pouring like hammers from a blacksmith's deft aim
straight through the skin like ice picks
chilled to the fucking bone
this black and blue night is shadowed in remnants of hollow exceptions
her priceless jewels far from sanctity
something resembling warmth and the faint smell of lavender and chanel
has found me in this malodious daze
this beauty is blinding
grey cloud consuming, enveloped in what one could only refer to as bliss and eternal feelgoodiness
but autumn always ruins a warm day
running through the blood like metastisized tumors
the rain and 3 shades of gold, auburn and rusty brown
death collecting upon the earth
insecurity obscuring the light
-Sam Uhrich