Hallow Point

Soil, drowned in blood and oil.
Drenched in hands that toil.
Calloused soul.

There's no name to this grave.
It's not the same.
An unknown truth.

Brittle branches.
Beetled bark.
Grown in rock.

A perfect sphere misses the point.
Bacteria to anoint the next exploit.

Kissed with clinched fists.
Mixed lips and pissed.
Fuck those hips.
And any piece I've missed.
To see threes that never fit.
Tough shit.

Serpent coiled and blood boiled.
Blueprint foiled, remains loyal.
Calloused soul.

Held on by a grip strong.
Belong to the same song.
Rhythm with no control.

Unevolved and undeserved.
Unearned and returned.
In shallow breathes.

Dissolved in the reverb.
Running, running.
A sudden stop and i don't even know where I'm going.

There's no gain to the game.
It's all the same.
An unknown ruse.

Ignored and mocked.
Til they got got.
Stuttered and stunted.

Strive for unwanted.
Just to have a goal to reach.

The leech starts to preach about my need to breathe.
From mud to blood, the suckers needed me.
Pride off, suction lost, gasping for death.
The drama of the trauma, self depticated breath.

And when i open my eyes, i see nothing.
Flustering and wanting something that cunning judging won't want me.

And when i open my mouth, i say nothing.
Just fussing of gumptions and each assumption that's aimed to hunt me.

Fuck all that trusting.

Made to steal my will.
Killing for the thrill.
It doesn't feel like real.
Maybe that's the appeal.

Your honor was something that was just so damn boundless.
Strapped to my bed sweating from the romantic.
Like loving the moment you spent in a panic.
Goddamnit, the tragic is gigantic,
What's with the 3rd degree? You planned it.

Rambling off my chest, no self respect, what's next?
Dope greenery, roped scenery just to snap my neck.
Feet dangling, right next to me, i understand now rest.
It ain't for me.
I'm not for me.
I'm for you, cut down the tree.
I'll do my best.

Dragging time says goodbye, so long.
Exhausted and i fuckin' lost it.

Comforted in the embrace of tenticles.
Sore muscles squeezed haunted.
Poor atrophied as if taunted.
In the doom, just to move and be discarded.