amor vincit omnia (love conquers all is unrelated)

the scarecrows got a sick sick mind and the crow speaks a mile, a mile a minute.
the one with the terror-white face, wilted whims, the one who couldn't quite get away
let the tasteless minds drip drop from your lips
a shot of iodine so their x rays eyes can see into your insides.
letting hunger feed you from the inside out.
take your grim and graced words and put them on ice
and how we grow old in our bulimic township.
vomiting up gold lacquer… thick enough to cover up a spinal tap.
leaving frowning stains on our faces, enough for our neighbors to get up and CHASEus.
capturecatchcorral. seven inch fingers reached out and EMBRACEDus. twisted lashes touch skin long enough to have MAISEDus. pupil swimming serpents lash out and let the forked-tongue TASTEus.

i’m lost but at least i know i’m out of my mind, and i think i’m on the highway but i don't wanna tell you the state i’m in.

and it's sick but not as sick as the look on the caretakers face
mawkish open mouths, remembering scores and sweat