Split Dream Hunting

The Devil’s Deeds

Dirty Done, Done

Night Train Leaves alone, early

Soon the Crows will Come.

Faces pushed close

Down into those black mirrors

Inside planned energy

Sinking with shadowy dark fears.

Real to feel fell

Illusions burnt onto dead minds

Lifted from oily lips

Always the worst of every kind.

Drips the gullet Slips

Dead tongues cannot taste

Each morsel of the machine

Coated in sugary waste.

Tricks hung on humanity

When vanity rings true

Like the dead man’s laugh

Chicken Skin Shivers You.

Into Love or fully Without

Only we may be alive

A human sore or A Human Soaring

Fuck the collective mother-queen hive.

Earlier than Comfortable

Up am I awake

With birds singing through Window’s Crack

I make my Great Escape.

Super Cheers Lorenzo

Art by Patrick Ennis