Identity Lost *not recorded yet*

Belated faded paper figures, dispense like triggers

little minimum acidic brittle bottles fixed with images, pictures of dolls and bottle-nose dolphins, hidden with secret scriptures of oddly placed odd shaped coffins with written versions of coughin

I blow up like a bomb, atomic, unlit mono chronic static

palm of a pawn going automatic hooded that's why it ain't a jacket, no zip down, like an addict,

a rat-a-tat-tat echoing in subecho's, dramatic unfinished like a animatic hand-drawn diagram of a antarctic anatomy chartbook

Awkward stares, look down stairs with a face like he hearin whispers, watching a tail unfold like a whimper

little bit of a built up temper, burning like ember in November then turning ice cold in a season of joy; December

Super nuclear, passion passin causing a hassle an hastlin a master of tracks - bastard that backin the brass iron train tracks after the panoramic panorama view of the paranormal skew

the un-normal Norman ignorin the corridor that he bored in but instead watching images of the place he was born in, formin

til the solar system begin to boil down to nothin but friction and slick sliding causing a contradiction - missing the constant amounts of superior monster crossin the body border that interfere with the interior

I steer right with the mere mirror into a volcanic acidic can of manic depression

poppin it open, and ending a never had career, screaming for help, but this room has a nice supressin suppression that messin with my head even more

The metaphor end here.., Dead.

 

(Identity Lost)

 

[reversed]

Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?

While the moon shine bright, and shine down with all it's might?

Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?

While the moon shine bright, and shine down with all it's might?