Morphing In Mourning

Madam of toleranceand fluid filled holesI am sinking suffocatemy mask it controls. I’ve got to for insideI am not much to lookat so I rush here andtell of the paths I took. The drowning holesare full of Jack and Rum.Madam of tolerance I’maffixed under a thumb. Who I am sometimesis the sum of a hurt…

The Slow Burn

Young one I’m done,we had a quick runwhere I a thing yoursmust supply your fun. Know that this soulhas been through hell.Should be some meatof gossip you’ll tell. You see I’ve seen atorrent of pain in rainthat not of lies yousupply can make stain. I’m burning away andone day you’ll knowwe are all dieing andmy…