Picture Perfect Organisms

Picture Perfect Organisms

Picture-perfect friends, help me out. I’m having a break down. Break, break, break, break their fucking hands off- they would love to touch something artificially nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing worth all of this? Nothing worth all you? Trapped in a fucking bliss. I would love to haunt you. I would love to ‘become’ you. Let’s take a perfect picture, friends. Shake the Polaroid, let the faded colors seep in. I would love to remember something that we couldn’t forget and that smile that never wasn’t. Wasn’t, Wasn’t your whole life a mistake? Wasn’t Wasn’t Wasn’t your family ashamed? The drugs helped conceive you, love was the disguise- that hid all the truths and the untold lies. Hand me a pill that I would love to crush up and snort the powder to get the rush. Rushing, Rushing, Rushing into a life, a trap? Love is the deception, and you can’t get out. (And you can’t get out.) 


Read the twisted bible, continue the cycle and name the mistake, watch your kid walk down the halls while the picture-perfects annihilate, everything that you made him become. Come, Come, Come, Come to the kid’s funeral. He’s been dead inside and he isn’t tamed. And his body crawls for another’s brain...Brain!...Brain!...Your anatomy is inevitably flawed. As I feed the stomach, this demanding organism, I can feel them judging it, I think I’m with them. Apply the makeup cause you're already fucked up. Gene-splicing for puzzle-makers. I have tickets for my downfall, any takers? Scientists try to recreate love from a cell, but  I can already  tell you you’re gonna burn in hell, if you stay in this town. If you stay in this town, you’ll at least burn in heaven. I have one ticket to win it and one ticket to end it. Your insufficient to this place. Unnoticeable and forgettable to most, but you have a pretty face. Write the stories they will never read, it keeps you stable, even though your will to live is weak..