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Subliminal Messages To A Portrait
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2005 Your scattered vocals find their ways to passages of negativity
They entrap into your portrait, stored in garnished frames
Your face becomes the butchered distortion of my mushed cheerio cereal
Take your subliminal messages and make your think-box games
The eyes are coals that make a black lung impression
A disease that led to my envious ventricles
And down to a chamber of miserable confusion
Lies emplaced in the bottle caps for your manhood collectibles
The nose is now a fickle flirting traitor
Pimples are really just drilled in lies
Which are swelled with the blood of your character hypotheses
An experiment gone wrong and you have no clue why
The lips are the bitten piece of an apple
She ate before she kissed you with her egotistical mouth
Shallow are you to look into her eyes and see the reflection of
A proud man pressing a girl against your couch
The ears have a ringing of satellites from me to you
Cant close the hearing on your wax-based slander as well
Tolerating my sobs, your eyes are darts
Thrown to the opposite corner of this room we both swell in
Largely minus a million do you know what I hold
The key to your heart,
The map to your mind,
And the trace to your soul.
A soon tragic loss of self.
