cROokED Heat

[poorbopeep]

I wanna tell you about the scandal keeps colliding.
But this machine burning time across your face.
Wincing self-portrait bid farewell to blurr in the flame
Smile at their pain on your own front lawn, with open mouth
Little closer, the silences hisses, twisted tears vivid images
Love rhymes with pity now, cakes feeling with no flavor
Butchered decorations molded into the head, soon tapes play again
Choke choke, in lashing flames of thoughts
Feathers molting, “quick get the tape”
Dial L O V E, its an emergency