the more i blow
my blood explodes
the mess keeps me from
confronting what i've done
i'll tuck in on floor tiles
being unmade all the while
catch my tarnished enamel
biting off more than i can chew
like some blood hungry mammal
set to spring itching to run you through
straight print on a dampened tabloid
pick me up like the stomach flu
i'll stay till your body's useless
the air's gone dry in this crumbling cocoon
i'll shove off and glance back
over my knapsack
it's all but empty
it's contents consume me
nothing but particles of what i used to be
cup your ear to the wall
i'm the thorn pricking your paw
this ain't for spoon fed eyes
blink in bites as i agonize sob stories
till my lungs form a bruise
delicately bent out of tune
reverberate through soft-shelled rooms
crack my skull
watch me ooze
Self-described "power goth" band from Colorado goes maximalist with a strident album inspired by ’90s pop punk, emo, and alternative. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 30, 2023