SHAZAM!

I already sinned two times since sundown two songs on the wrong muse Not strong enough to refuse The powder blue of lust The Royal color of love The darkness of a Navy captain Dark, the seas For songs, For sins For suffering up until the end All over nothing, something else though As once lost A bottle nose, besides a bottle Corked, preserves the message A self-massage, misogynistic qualities A new hygienist Insanity My shoes still soaked from cardio sessions Long drawn out thoughts of finding a love The worry of ending it all between Sunday and Monday The withering of flower kept for no particular botanist Now, I don't Even feel I should be Alive Let alone Loved Protagonist for profanity Vulgarity, and so you shouldn't Who you should trust, No one at all dear Impressions, impressions For fame and for stardom I count ever fuck in my pocket Before letting them all out What a horrible poem Three words for the stork Two children, four more And the poorer we'll all become Just knowing of it Appearing common for the masses I'll stop cussing for 11 Mill a year To make it clearer I was there before But [it] doesn't move at all For nothing at all Profanity, the art Offense from your porcelain walls and glass houses Something must be wrong with me, for being here I'm being tortured Just moving forward Her pills finish homework My pills bring on migraines, And comas, And outbursts in public Her pills set her mind at ease My pills make me awkward and stuttering Her pills give her promotions My pills make me dizzy with weakness And hallucinations Delusions of grandeur Her pills give her promise; My pills give me sabotage I refuse go walk into the wrong amusement park, You bought tickets for no one I know, I'll go coastal with four stars With one consonant only, no doubles I should show you what I wrote tomorrow It's too late for that I just got a lot of information in three slides; Pile of clothes soaked, drenched on the side of the tub I rub my own feet, now I wrote my own fate I sew my own mouth shut I right now wrong man I just want to live! I just want to die! SWITCH. Oh. What's happened? That's better, I guess. Somethings changed. I— Feel better? I do, actually. That's good, I— dang jimmy fallon, r u ok. we should probably just– Lets just go. yeah leave that nigga alone for FOREVER. k. noted. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.