Gold Yolk

I can’t remember if you used to sparkle in my eye, because I was split in half before age five
But I do remember believing that I can fix certain things like how I left it up to you to mend my broken wings
You’re either with or without me a promise guaranteed to be ignored like the scent of burgundy potpourri smashed up on the floor
You can’t substitute closeness but it’s still me that needs to be told what to do because I still believe in you
Relentless phantom vibrations at sporadic speeds
Has me thinking if this is what my skin really needs
24 hour hard grain shower has my heart beating flatline
His anger he leans into me
Wine-o back to that wine bowl until I start feeling whole
A blue eyed DNA replica born through wicked thorns
The flood warns her insides to take refuge within the hardened blood
A constant reminder of 21 years lost took to drop the blinders
I just hope you get it right this time around because you’ve already crooked that chromatic crown
You can’t build on anything that’s broken because from the bottom up it needs to be broken down
That’s top down processing so grab a glass of something stiff while you process this progress in panoramic sight
The carbon monoxide will take care of the ones faking the shot, so it’s bottoms up tonight
Forever is a long time without explanation feeding feelings of a silver lime
A chemist can make anything okay, snow falls in May, slushing alcohol flavored sorbet
I'm running on E and swiftly swimming in a sea of Chlorophyll b
Coma capital got me in a“when it’s in your blood it’s hard to say goodbye” withdrawal
I’m finding that there is beauty in this flatline, the heist, you’ve been told I was sliced at 6
Heart priced at double one
I broke my rule of going back so I’ve been breaking backs to see colors of figure in pitch black
Generations are organic, chop, shop, and torture me like the ginger bread man but no one is allowed to run down my number one fan
A steal heart can’t even mock these feelings that fan the flame
I have yet learned to comprehend benzene as a liquid it knows nothing but commitment
The basis of an oasis is to brush off the bits of napalm that have found life inside the one that I call mom
An incendiary device dropped at day one the young are always sacrificed
I am a victim to this vice, I am the bomb.