CURSES VERSES ONE TO TEN.

Is this the end?
Where have you been?
What of the wind?
Repeat again.
Burnt of the coals and the clues motherfucker.
I'm writing this one just for you motherfucker.
What has it been like to loose motherfucker.
You are a boy growing into a mans shoes.

He is a hero swiftly blowing smoke rings.
He turns their fired souls into a heated argument.
As he blows holes in the sky, a third snake hits five degrees.
DEVIL'S ON A TALK SHOW.
THREE RINGS SYMBOLIZE THE COMA,
MERCURY DESTINY.
YOUR HERO IS A MISTAKE.

Hate them back yo.
I write this so you don't have to.
Do you even have the hate inside?
So much to wallow on branches and feel so despised.
So crooked, so pink, for fear that there is nowhere else to hide.

A box underground where the ferns grow.
you are dying inside.
GO ON AND REJECT THE TERMINAL.
GO ON AND WALK OFF THE ANIMAL.
THE SUNS LIGHT WILL NOT REACH YOU.
THE EARTH CANNOT TEACH YOU, ANYMORE.

The birth of a curse. begin- pen to paper.
Enjoy the writing of a sin.
Becomes a bucket list for your friends.
As the evening drags the sane away.
The intensity of the marvel of teeth in pain.
You're brain relays the movement, the mood is sombre.
Use it.
A late night walk through the fog.
An open door.
SYNCH UP HATE TO TAPE
MAKE A FATEFULLY HONEST MISTAKE.
HOLD OUT YOUR HANDS TO CARESS THE MOON.
ITS RAYS PIERCE THROUGH YOUR SKIN.
THE FIRE AND WATER CONVEY TOGETHER.
TODAY IS AN OPEN SHADY MORTAL INVITE TO YESTERDAY.