Exiting Arm

Exiting Arm
The pit and alabaster ascension

to out the middle mind and dine
to dine on the nectar hard
to dine on royal oil of arm

and resign the simple engine of your fears to time...
and resign your slight regime to time.
A you immune,
to the gross and grow cold
of what you know prose...
what your know won't sow

Exiting arm
the pit and alabaster ascension

when last we left hour hero yes,
left one part endless...
two parts death.

cause
it's tall fright
and all light
to a soft right angle of good man

And from one keep to another,
You leapt with What you there's left...
Honest in a skin this armor,
and the wild of guess...
blood swapped with yet
sleep swapped with breath
(Not ghost Not dead Not...)
to separate yourself from your effects.
and evacuate one's sturdy flesh.

would you skin your skull to draw its strength
Oh no you're way too goner for that
would you swallow a lie to disinfect your angst
Oh no you're way too goner for that
would you razorblade redecorate your arm
Oh no you're way too goner for that
would you freeze a whole lake to steal you some calm
Oh no you're way too far gone...

exiting arm
the pit and alabaster ascension

when last we left hour hero yes
he was one part endless
two parts death