A fly's wings're stuck in my eyelashes,
And a roach's leg on my lip
Gagging on a pink slug, swollen and numb against my teeth
Fire on the edges of my eyes and stars in my pupils
Ghost in my chest, my breath is wet
Shimmering sheen of sweat
Double's been seen twice as long ago and I think
There are little worms squirming in my veins
Little worms, little worms, little swarms
Of flies in my eyes
I refuse to be trapped again by your
Twisting tornado tongue!
You can thunder to high heaven
And flash your fangs at me like I'm
The menace that crawls with its belly against
Razor sharp blades of grass,
But when you think you can blur my vision
I can see clearly out of your calm eye
As peeling gales carrying weak, sinful bodies
Shrieks royal praises of your name.
Does your bruising rain know no end?
Will your wind finally whittle the world?
I think not, tempestuous tyrant,
I think not
Sky rumbles and the air tastes like
Damp soil in between my teeth
I'm striped head to toe and
Stripped crown to foot
The fog crawls on slick bark and we're drowning
Misty haze and lazy gaze off into blurry fat drops
What if this is real?
I've had enough of this gravity
And I've had enough of this severity
Sand swims in my throat and we're