Wavy

I have these lack-luster bruises Thoughts in my head, intrusive It's true, since I have the last lasting oozes He chooses whether or not he can walk Whether the weather is hot Hot is the atmospheric feeling, fearing whether or not he can come out or rot Thought he had the stamina He has to examine the Red flags This head is so fucking full of useless knickknacks Stuck to him like syntax Swallowing down the ionamin Don't have time to reexamine He's become a fucking mammon Follow the chemtrail Let it eat you alive as you're spiraling downward toward utter demise Misery, I like the company Infatuated with the ghosts I know have been haunting me We, in the grave we made with a spade Take us away, life everlasting Lastly, invalidated with the activated hate You were built up merely to fascinate me Nearly looked in my eyes Nearly saw my demise Despite all of the entrails Soaring up above the skies Spewing nothing but lies Every little thing you ever said was temporary I can never give up hope that one day I will see you buried