Caustic Livid Reprieve Hour
The pain was on the wall For all the gawk at I never considered the hurt From my bandolier I’m stricken with vertigo And double-think laden loss Your words, they crush Like a sickened wanderer Driven under Posh law contortionist Crawled upon my word Like a lost dog Presumptions are all gone Nomenclature, his dawn I’m stricken with vertigo And double-think laden loss I’m between this bliss And uncensored courtship Decadent sin Blush across our lush somber Your words, they split Like a vicious summer Torn at the wrist Cold shoulder war drummer Consuming your blight The lesson becomes lonelier