Paintings

Guess it all turned out
that you were
broken
chasing
dreams

all made
out of the
chemicals
leaking out
of the thread
in your infamous
inseam

It just didn't work out
Another wild goose chase.

Let's get back to reality
You stuffed us with lies and we're starving for synapses
Just
another wild
goddamn
goose chase.
Got gold in your teeth
as you
slither
behind me

Venom leaks out
man its dripping
down your teeth.
Guess it all turned
out you were
the ghost
In your family's
paintings.