drive thru & end of the line.

Spit on the side of my face, my lips are dry in my Case, caking my fist, go sugarcoat my lips and hope I'm Okay with shit - embracing my baking, and dip my pride beside Taste, maybe crave enough, full to scrub my hands without Hoping inside my mental, choked before realised some brother could Break, never took a break, only tried cope with some Broken bridge, grown against the ropes; shown division when the Crow flinched, shook beneath the mask, no precision stark For my own teeth and mouth pieced apart, core reason Spoken more leads how cleaning's hard - speaking through my Pen clicks, fetching my heart needs, same exact Reason my heart bleeds, constant beat changing the State of what's been covered by my arm sleeves, chafing up the Blisters - chasing what done slither; parch a shadow during Midnight in a perfect world, had me turned slowly into Fighting against another serpent curled about the house - face Twirled sleeping; snake world provided no peace, furled Doing what I want and they hate it, but who's "they" in this Case? I turned about the truth - worth an edge to say I really Made it say I meant it, certain end I'm blind when busy Paving, burn my dread - tired of busy Waiting, crash Back in 08' was stoked to beat Sunset Vista, now I'm Closed off, closed eyes, closed mind, can't see a sunset Vista, coloured pair of scissors - can't trust me holding; pick the Blisters on my knuckles clicked, stubble thin; stuck within some Home - can't give a f*ck to trim, far trimmed so really stuck to Giving, more or little, sun dimmed within the peak sunk to Middle, driven top of this shit, still falling at the Top of a whole bottomless pit, death in my grasp or Grip, go sugarcoat my tongue and lips, slowly go and cake my fist Spit on the side of my face - crash Broken finding Balance in between shit, crowskin binded - bleeding Dragged received litter from a scared idol, motion against the Sideline, dreaming sealed; slip a notice - reading creased Patterns, support the focus on a parched tongue, snark (Something) Apparent - in-decreased notion, blinded underneath freedom Grabbed between slithered bare denial - thrown against the Palette, soon lips more potent - mind it's grieving You can Blame the god cos I've always doubted, question genuine for "How to keep a drive if all I fucking do is cry about it?" - crash