acid flashback piranha guts I got the fear on I’m all body quake and adrenal expulsion it’s that weary old fight or flight paradigm but
I go by the numbers it’s just a question of
time before I shake it off
the margins are minuscule In this cruel season It’s hard
enough to raise a smile never mind a buck I
rise when the sun sets and bathe in the dark scant reward
for all the bareback
adventures and romantic misdemeanours that blot my copy book
my chapped lips and a caffeine smile reveal the morbidity in my inner ape my silver tongue and leaden heels have me hobbled in the starting blocks
those softer metals conduct static to the brain pan and my blood impurities leave a tell-tale stain on the
deep inside but there’s no point in concealment no-one gives a fuck
what’s written there anyway
fear is the prime motivator fear is the reflex action
it’s fear that makes the world go round
fear binds our colonies of fragile exiles and legions of patient coffin fillers macabre in our fleshy fascinations
nauseated by the differences of being
hungry for the blood of innocents
but fearful of the shock of discovery
and the blinding light of
reason
there shall be no moment of rapture the usual terms and conditions apply there
is only one enemy and it shows no mercy
fear knows the darkest
secrets that occupy our hearts and births the tiny demons that tear our
lives apart there is but one commandment it was forged here in the dark
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