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"Hung" by Spyder


Life is about how nothing matters

My eyes were filled with clouds and cancer

Why am I upside down and walking backwards

While Time just spins around

and the outward Sky fills with fractures?


Smiles are only frowns except the curve is reversed

Ill start holding out on death if the earth isnt cursed

otherwise our folding mouths Bisect as her lips return.

Spinal columns mold around the neck, blood perched in the Thyrse


Her Head Spun Interversed

With Her Shirt

Flirting with deaths Bitter Touch


Were there bugs in her dirt

in her smirk

Chirping rhythms in her lungs


This girl is a simple metaphor

for everyones inner whore

this perfect unkindled embers placental core;


I don't mean to make it sound

So depressed, depraved, it must be great

To feel the same as yesterday

When you wake up

I won't be awake when the moon

Comes out to play with us, with you

Because the teal day was getting grey

I'll dress it up in Starlit makeup



If you decide to tie a knot in us

promise me youll hang the sky

and not the sun

promise me when you hang tonight

that youll stay hung.


His shoes are tied too tight but not enough

Aglets reach through halo ties

and drop in mud

Practicing death; you hang the flies

and you'll stay hung


These are the strangest of creations

that made us.

We are the patients of the patients

that tame us


what the fuck are you made with,

and afraid of?


Promise me if you hang over pavement

you'll stay hung.

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