A phantom lays low underneath your ear.

Body sweat can cure jealousy, petrify demons
eat away the apple of my eye and looking back
I drank 'till I believed in roller coasters leading to God

The venom of diving down the hatch of affirmative response
Why yes sir I choke gracefully, do note the needle and remember
Chopping fingers can lead to decomposition, got it memorized?

Warfare mimics a getaway of a lab rat greater wall banging
Chopped teeth experience the regurgitate a fragrance of decay
Tensions wasteful at a glance, motherfuckers be on the offense

Some questions do not fulfill their purpose, eating away at curiosity
Did my unborn twin earned a proper burial under the divine veil?
Is he floating in the wind, set off in adventure towards ours truly

might just be a dreadful waste of time 'innit?
a vigilant outlook true, snooping around and listening
picking up clues like a cannibal scavenges for corpses
too feeble to kill, not quite desperate enough to bite the hand
In order to feed I swear I would do many a despicably things
but sleaziness will prevail, not to fears disadvantage ahah
It is very much so present, in mild dosage, makeup of my being
A phantom lays low underneath your ear, those halls of perdition
Should thy words string erratically one can do away with thy tongue;

I find my saga is all but lost, all too driven to pick up speed towards the window
I am but a fiend whose hands crave response, whose flesh is coarse and bitter
a desk slamming demon that grew up chasing voices in the rain, misspelled and all
dispel this curse, anyone, and I raise my chest in disbelief if it were not my lies
that sabotaged my destiny, lock-downed my memory to a fermented mess of shit

and I swear, oh yes I swear the reason I conduct myself in faint melancholic
nonetheless, easily identifiable hand flowing monologue is to pay tribute to hope'
 
to jump the wall and land fairly well in appropriate sing-along, should she be listening.

Black and blue knew them well.

Black be the sun, two folded, in savant request
Blue a gentler eccentric song worthy of pen and drippy blood
Thine a conundrum empiric to melodrama
Wound ac rooked device holistic
Hands torn, aching sores, fail to capture hot air streaming off
a rusty scream for liberty that's not quite there
They can, however, rope your throat and interrupt your living state
assault your senses, now roused of chance, off it;s divine lung capacity
Deserted of a tapped conscious, both murder and minuscule prisoner
a lab rat, one battered black and blue, his boyhood emancipated and stripped down
forcefully and certain, immediate and everlasting, never liked him anyway.

The pen, black ink, black casing, black problematic hands profess
a criminal confession, a bluish hurrah spun in a shared dream
Tolerable yet unwarranted eyelashes slip through, nuisance, lashes... yes?
hundred folded unto his skin, prized for conduct, cherished for the lesson bent
Black be the taint charred unto the soul
in coarse blue bruised skies as she cries
Negro tones of affliction unplanned, untold, gave way for you
Off the book a fuming solution tastes of iron
Crux be thy rod, scarlet agony, beaming rope in late compromise
Custom made, to measure and customary enough. Practical and final.
As you feel the neck break under the weight, judgement is passed.