Wither.

[pandorastoybox]

> Gone again, and what's the word I the spin?
On the back-tracking mishap, only wasting the best
way that I can
think to
let it happen, sit back laughing
cause
it's overrated and outdated getting moldy and the
one and only is dead dead dead dead
and gone gone gone gone,
what of the when when the must-
rust's covered in dust,
cussing sluts and the globetrotter's won't be winning again
had enuff of this, I love the snuff of it
like a double homicide, no right to
a trial just a
crucible by fire
like we're walking on coals,
the way the the ruckus goes
head explodes, a lovely ghost
mother flower cactus blade deserter fuck it ya got a,
real fear of abandonment, keep up the shit
it fuels me, exposing you in front of your
own mother for being a cocksucker control freak
with Hitler
fantasies,
another dose of negativity free.
What is it attracting the
scumminest among 'em those
red-eyed nightmare green skeletons,
moss and sodding
dead and falling
suckers with rifles
like they were soldiers
busting the door to fuck you too,
we're the Dead Motherfucker Militia,
c'mere slut,
about to fucking kiss ya
rusted buckets and
cinder blocks
I love you til
you're gone again
into the acid rain
come back weathered
broken wings, tattered feathers.