Hyde / Backstroking

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Clawing at my hyde
Fingernails catching in my spine
Ovomorphs scattered and buried
In my shoulders it’s a mine-
Field that yields an army of face huggers
Leaping before their pale moon
All covered in those craters
It don’t shine quite like it used to

Clawing at my hyde
Is a truer self confined inside?
Don’t know who I’m meant to be
Spoon fed with silver since conceived
Now I'm wielding that same cutlery
Poking and shifting all these feeds
Ain’t feeding me the steady stream
Of fish food that’s dished out to me
But drop that sinker right before my eyes
I'm abusing it before I can realise
One look I'm grappling on that hook
Further warping this cruel guise
It’s real reeling me in
Drowning in air
Flapping fins
Happily impaled
Unable to inhale
To feel the sun so warm on these scales

Hook, line, and sink into my tracts
Got me sleeping on my back
Body headed into lapse
IV keeping me intact
I be extricated by the brothers in backpacks
Ironically preaching “the fact that”
And Aphrodite sits on our laps
But she also spits on these acts

18 years of my life as a coiled cord
That’s been stretched from the wall under the bedroom door
Straightened out, straightened out
Straightened out, straightened out
Straightened out, straightened out
Straightened out, straightened out

I get hung up, I get hung out
I get hung up, I get hung out
I get hung up,I get hung out
I get hung up, I get hung out
I get hung up, I get hung out
I get hung up, I get hung out
I get hung up, I get hung out
This flesh ain’t dressed to impress

Clawing at my hyde
Like y2k in 99’
You better pin me to the ground
Hold that sandpaper boy down
Embracing may seem empathetic
But slowly my coarse skin takes it toll
Before you know it there’s nothing left
Grind flesh down to the bone
Send out all the hounds
Pound that fucker get him bound
Highbrows hold him til he drowns
Dump him six feet in the ground
Under cement so you wont hear the sounds
Of his torn up vocal cords
All the hatching Xenomorphs
Exploding out his core

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When I’m speaking to you
It’s like I’m backstroking in the pool
Making ground, breaking the surface
But I can’t help but anticipate the moment
When my arms collide
With the concrete wall

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from Sleeping With the Fishes, released September 28, 2018

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