The Moon Smiled Back at Me - Sadistik

I saw your face displayed upon a crescent moon

That wavers up and down depending how the petals bloom

Doomed always destitute fused through infected roots

Searching for a message but there’s nowhere left to exit to

Heart full of vestibules scars show I’m resolute

Why seek a resolution?

Narcosis heaven sent

Tar grows beneath my feet dark grows infested fruit

Too exhausted need to breathe car smoke emits perfume forever

I’ve been Inhaling the thinnest air

Fish scales on my skin and hair

Set sail but you but you didn’t care

Dancing like I’m Fred Astaire standing on a Finesterre

Ready for the rocks below, chest still full of rocket fuel

Flammable, just another animal for fossil fuel

All my words are oxidized jar of flies are molecule

I find solace in the solitude

Everything grew silent when I called for you

I saw your face displayed upon a harvest moon

Tried to sing my pain away in ways I know it’s not in tune

Save me from the jaws of gloom maybe I can offer you

More than what I say I’m made of lately it’s my Waterloo

Hate me for my monikers baby I’m a connoisseur

Gave away my parts to you sang it like a cockatoo

Smaller still always crawled uphill to face robotic views

Haunt me when the monsters taunt me talking in their solemn hues together

They say I got a way with words

It never gave me worth but still I got away with worse

Always dreaming while they take their turn

Throwing matches til I’m ashes leave me at the stake to burn

Encased in urns earnest fake concern circus circles us

Aching churns dermis brazen stay alert in turtle shell

Mazes turned fragrant say the word before I hurt myself

Pain occurs sacred when you came up from infertile soil

I saw god in a bodybag

I got lost in the stars when they’d cross like a polygraph

Never lie cardiac in every line insomniac forever

Never go to sleep again black lungs from the falling ash

Giraffe tongue with a heart to match

Get sawed in half like the Dahlia

Place pain on display in Hollywood

Paint it all like Dali would Face of War

Fountain pens melting countenances in a drawing book

A psycho full of cyclones eyes closed

I go cold when I fly low

Brains feed on haikus isolated in my temples, Cairo

Bones jut from they’re homes like they’re silos

I’m Silent Hill tell me where the time went

Kill Pyramids that followed with the knife gripped,

Vice-grips always on the mind when the crisis hits

Everywhere it’s like a mine I step add the minuses

I’m an atom bomb made of atoms add 'em up

Adam’s apple’s rotten smashed to applesauce adamant

No Adam Eve in anatomy only albatrosses if I have to speak

Another casualty of the casted wings casually

I’m high again vibrant as a hyacinth idling

So I pretend that my defense is working

Lurking with the burdens that still hide below the surface

I know these things have meaning sometimes I don’t know the purpose

Introverted dizzy from the disconcerted tizzies

Mr. Perfect isn’t worth it give me what I didn’t earn

Put it in an urn live and learn I could never tell the difference

When I’m miniature red alerts read aloud like ministers

It’s hard to breathe when you’re drowning in the goodbyes

But I’m still here now so tell me what that look like?

They use a sword to signify that you’re a good Knight

Then use the same one to kill you and say goodnight