c things

god smoking life turning days into signs
+ everything is aligned
struggling and pulling  some new death at my families life
makes no senses or curses handed devil a soul to try
what is in constituted in living is honestly nothing
compared to blackrr trees in the blacksst night
standing still staring @ all the pretty white lights
with home as a ghost + the smoke in your eyes 
wanna tear open new hearts from the breeze
hold them and love them like im on this new disease
and soak them in french absinthe from gutters in the streets
watcch  god cry + lift off his ass for me
and the devil is laughning here nxx to me 
convulsing on his knees
throwing first stones  like apples 
behind a undiscovered treee
we was laughing cuz he was crying 
and u cant remake already deceased
so he follows the blood to the ditch whre faceless sleeps 
tongue rolled out of head when his eyes hit the ceilings 
killed Adam and fucked Eve
an all i ca n hear now is sum angels weeping
and the devil breathing
pull off my head to c if im dreaming
want to change and to destroy you in everything that isreading
as nothing is to something and believing is to anything
crack the lips of blood and fold them just for a feeling
purple beneath the weight of her endlessly dreaming
strangled by spinal chords at the  crooked junction whr shes reading
to choke out all  common and coagulated treethings
that sit inside glass buildings constantly repeating
i was born into a cubicle dreaming
the numbers are connecting + replacing my feelings
airvents are molding and the towels r made of seaweed
i was born into this cubicle dreaming 
transmuted into prozac fiends
chemically heating the grass +  feeding