POT-METAL FEETS
Angel Marcloid
WELCOME HOME TO MY EARS EVERYONES NAME NOTHING CAN BE A REMINDER WITHOUT A BRAIN I WIND UP HERE IM A WIND UP TOY PILES OF YOU TO MOVE PAST ALONGSIDE ONE WHO BLOSSOMED INTO A DISCONNECT TWITCHING IN A VALLEY UNDER THE AFTERNOON VACUUM IVE GOT A HEAD GLUED ONTO POT METAL FEET I HATE THIS CITY AFFIRMING IM HAPPY HERE UNTIL THE FIREFLY EXPLODES MY FACE ITS NO WONDER I FORESAW AN ISLAND IN THE STREAM IVE GOTTA TEAR UP TIER AFTER TIER WITH BLOOD AS AIR AND EYES AS FEARFUL AS THEY COME IVE GOTTA SKIM OFF THE TOP MY ALTER IVE GOTTA STOP COLD COCKING MY ALTER IVE GOTTA GO INSIDE MY INNER BEING I TAKE OFF MY CLOAK BECAUSE IM SKINLESS NO CLOTHES ON BUT PUKE COVERED SLEEVES WILL I LIVE UP TO WHAT I DREAM