CEMENTED

Last night you were in my dream

my tongue fluctuated to speak

and this mouth crawled underneath

Those words were moderately done

and my tongue also contrived

baking that accent so that you not just

percieve this persona but carry me home

remembering my aroma

Morning cuckoo bird wakes me up

for traditional meet and greet

this time I’m with you

It’s not a dream

Words sloped in fragmentation

I saw your face with calculations

and I knew I had failed

I shut these eyes tight

tears begging to flow

turn freezing cold

I felt crystals piercing into my iris

This tetrad chamber hates me

seeking permission for you to be pleased

With lipstick adhesive as gum

I fear it falls scraping my lips numb

I tear this face pack and tell you

I’m no more a place to be attacked

deep down

I’m truly myself

inside this bone and flesh

Unkowingly for you to be mine

I made this one inside, to sit in dark hebrides

and the fake to be more socialized

I don’t know if you like me for the outsides

so step inside

venture this soul twice

cause I’m sorry I can’t be your daily merchandise

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