Repetition of a Burnt Tongue

Half awake but still hunting for that metal taste,
Melt the iron in your blood just to mold it to the same shape,
This way you wont change when you wait for me
Why do you feel so bad when youre so lucky?
Ungrateful, with the aura of an angel
But your chakras got me blocked up i dont want ya i just need to sip on your saint flow
Catch me hoppin out your window in the night like a vampire, i dont really want her i just wanna look good when i stand by her, and i know she gon leave just before the time is right, but at least she strutting out that sky like some tan attire leading in the nights light like
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Straight fixed in an ephemeral glaze, mixed fate flavors transcends my transient phase, seduced by my own skin wishing if the seasons stayed the same, reduced to tightly peering past as the colors change
You see it by the both but its a hive mind, glass eyes etched out in such fine lines, exo eating at attempts tripping over prime time, gripping grinders sift the beat for keef to coast emotions with, sitting silent with the sect just to judge in jests as the only abrubtion to the pond is the fish
Repeat the same phrases to hope and pave for rather plain headway, make the most of the lowest host of a toke or fake a trace of psuedo saint based bait, guilty at the gore of a good deed but rake atrocities up to being a great mate
Mountain measured lavish parallel to the pinnacle of culture
Fraggle rock
Stuffing money in my socks, learn to linger hold your thoughts
Lifes right rocks rode down beveling clean for the taught logic to drop off stoically  
Dismissive  
You only quote those who have been before
Can you call yourself original?
 
Slobber bars sliver forth from the gutteral quick to condescend the crux into the crucible
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Six eyed surveyor as to show from the forefront
Black eyelashes level the tortuous hunt  
For a fair mask cracking last passing to meddle limp, yearn earnest that fast action clasp traction to taste heaven with  
, called out to charon just to sell in my two cents, fishing in the fen inbetween the limbs the luxury the leisure, theres pleasure in the misery of most creatures, feature film here wheres fond fearing eternal, stuck amuck in paradise and purgatory when you lie lining either hell or the inferno
To each their throne, aint no good or evil long as you can heed your own, phony found himself inside the fiction though, thoughtfully offered up options to blossom in the prodigy, miracle, long as god is just responsibility