The feeling gotta be
so real words can't
imitate the hammer of
your chest's percussion
Strumming strings off stress
and painting your eyes crazy
You gotta feel it
So real time adulterates its history
the feeling gotta be
so deep you can suffocate passion
and feel breathless
to the point of resurrection
no more cold
than a cadaver's grip
in excruciating loneliness
you gotta get into it
conquer the land
so mercilessly all peace runs dry
and barren runs from sight
to drench thirst with sand
the feeling gotta be
so tongue twisting
your mouth stammers its wing'ed
prophecies in repition
flavor in flawlessness
unrecognizable reckoning in the soul
you gotta go under
the tides of its surface
so concrete the lip locked
in lust lifts like a crane
into it into it so deep
crushing pre-meditated models
the feeling gotta be ruthless
revving of a lambo
and know the vibration
we are made of ice
cause if you want to melt
this lava be ready
to burn through your heart
and cover it in ashes
