Automaton 22 in the Shade of M

JAWBOX - SAVORY


-.(Automaton) 22 in the Shade of M .-
This is the bile you write me,
These are the worms, befriended,
Make it better for me?
Make it worse maybe?
Discordant poem or words,
I don’t give a fuck,
Uglyness is disguise,
Or ugliness in disguise?
Destroy me with the arts,
Destroy me with the music,
Write me a letter at the bottom of the sea,
Tell me you hate me,
I tell you I murder thee,
For all the vomit you shed,
On me and on them,
On the friends of nonfriends.

Listen to this screeching noise,
And realize the sardonic syntax,
And ask, “is this inside?”
Or “is this outside?”
It is none,
And you know,
It is blind,
On this maniacal compression,
No words of this nature,
Give you my hate,
As this way is the best,
The best in the way it is best.

Master of all charms,
Kneel upon the greatness,
That I will lick the shoes,
I will destroy my sanity,
For this divinity,
And it doesn’t belong to me,
But it burns in the inside and it kills,
And it destroys this insanity,
And crushes me with the name,
With the name which is M,
M the vampire,
M the killer,
M the buffoon,
Sat and laughed on the noon,
Sixteen candles are blown,
17 are crushed,
To this day,
Were M lies on his tomb.

Poem (?) dedicated to Manuel Quintero and his friends (wherever you are) written by F.E.D