Walk into a black lit room
Spinning prism
Dead suns echoing back
Against the visions, black space and riddles
Unforced errors and terror nights
He can’t believe the moment
And is always right
White hot surgical deception
A nebula’s presence
Beneath the present-tense sentience
Fallen--
Forced to ruin all who know him always
Tact and taste, decorum, patience—ain’t his forte
Fuck it
Self-reflection overkill
Bill the matradee
Tip the bar
And hope the beat is ill
Why finish?
About time—diminished
Eye lines and eye liner bleeding out
It’s about time—to relinquish the outcry forensics
A bottom feeder fault line
Gutter punk high life
Stuttering to find minutes
Unbound in selfish honor’s dying light
He takes a drink
And searches out
The best way
To live through the night
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