Raccoon

Half past the unlucky, and there's a pebble in my shoe
Rollercoaster stomach
"You are soft", said Aural Glory
Knee jerks, and she became a guillotine

Decapitated pleasure, staring into another skull
Coward, if I splice thyself, you should have it all
Cleaning up remnants, laying on the softest hair
A moving violation...

And the body that grows stems walks towards me
Rose peasant, your house is gone
You're living in a black hole
Tie a rope around the ankle of something you shouldn't let go
But symptoms toe the line
My personality is disturbing me

Flushed cheeks, and here I am, left
It's no fun to see the bleeding, to hear your clarifying clues
Your face will come to me in a crowd
Thy dark and earnest eyes

Patience
Patience
Patience



Credits
Writer(s): Rorik Abram Brooks
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