Raccoon - Cloud Rat

Half past the unlucky, and there’s a pebble in my shoe

Rollercoaster stomach.

«You're soft,» said Aural Glory

Knee jerks, and she became the guillotine

Decapitated pleasure, staring into another skull

Coward.

If I splice thyself, you should have it all

Cleaning up remnants, laying on the softest hair

A moving violation…

…and the body that grows stems walks towards me

Rose peasant, your house is gone

You’re living in a black hole

Tie a rope around the ankle of something you shouldn’t let go

But symptoms toe the line.

My personality is disturbing me

Flushed cheeks, and here I am, left

It’s no fun to see the bleeding

To hear your clarifying clues

Your face will come to me in a crowd

Thy dark and earnest eyes

Patience