Lucky 13

The same blood

I suppose

Breaking jars

I'm no good

As the prodigal son

And I know that you're mesmerized

You had a vision made these laws

And sanitized are we above desires

I miss him so

You are so fucked

It has begun

Revolution crawls

All over you

I was asleep

You light up this sky

And scrape out your skull

Your lovely face

Will never be claimed thrice

It was so unlikely doom

Upon my wrists I bear the cross

My losses mount as I climb across the hole

Of my own soul

I'll claim my prize

I don't exist

I am divine

A ghost with eyes