Ebonic

blots of illusions shadows noctilucent,
rivulets of cool coal rivers
trickle to form a icicle,
the void of a negative quivers

ink unthaws from the wall
while we wraithing,
mill your face in the pillowcase
now ain't no escapin

now no hidin from it
even in umbra, probe yo lair
till we slicky and sticky,
then imma hold it there

carpet strands jet black sands,
moonsilvered trimmed sable spirit,
everytime I blink the deeper I sink
liberating licorice lyrics

snapped yo heels, for oil I drill,
like there's no tomorrow fo
one fifty one rum
and murky muses so powerful...