ITS TIME, LETS EAT

i broke through the floorboards beneath my bed
and i ate the fucking shadows
transplanted planks into forearms
and diary hinges for my elbows
now im scratching mystic channel speech
an inch deep into the drywall
the pure white lights creeping through
and im fearing for my dark soul
fearing for the locked jaws
i got bottled in the basement of my hostel
sure the bitch is vacant
but i got too much invested in my vagrancy
and im just straight scared of change
and the possibility of healing
feels like the shrapnel done over grown me
heating up i cant help but conduct
id bounce out the back
but it bright as the front
with a shine slipping cross the ceiling
on one knee im melting
and sparking at the seams
screaming this shedll be my grave
little did i know how easily
the coffin inward staved

im carving off the angles
and im roundin out my house
im pissing on the fires
in the eyes of all my ghosts
all the metal all the wolves
likened to whats biting me
the darks been costing
while little did i know
the fight of the light
from the lightnings free

its time
lets eat

prying picket fences
from the sheds shotty teeth

its time
lets eat

when i hoist that stake
its drips got weight
and the sustenance is changing me

light beams split the sky like a mantra
and i and i parted ways
our columns and rows
paths of steam and those that froze
dissipated in a haze
that lingered on into the ages
while the scribble dilates
the blind scribes still turning pages
coughing up the ink and well
leaving prints and proof
blew away like smoke
and we choking on the documents
the mutes the mountain
the tongues aint the foggiest
strug up by the atlas
and drooling out like fountains
cooling down the engines
snuffing out the hatchets
breach the frame
and take the balance on from both sides
float
now capsize
explode
reside
limber up this flood of limbs
get a grip a scythe

its time
lets eat...