Time Capsules And The Greater Truth

In a glass display case, I'm a harbour of fears as insects swarm.
With an agit woman clad in leopard, a Venus flytrap grinds away a ten-year dental plan.
Sore broken jaw a mess of wire and tiny springs.

And on the blue wing a nurse asleep on the job kills, they dose you down for the weekend.
I love you like silence does, as it becomes you.
I keep you dressed in the best clothes, you punch my liver and swab my nose.
I love you like silences do, as they become you.

Hatred is the drug numbing my touch through pregnant silences.
Come revive this life with adrenal shots with coma-piercing words.
You would wake me with a sigh across the pores,
Now the sorest points are time capsules buried too low.

When lies are dressed in the best clothes, promises lead to new lows.
I love you like silence does, as it becomes you.
Saliva boils on the S.K, the bleeding gums are a given.
I miss you like innocence does as it guilt-trips trips us.

Oh what a let down.

Hell, and I feel something now, even if it's a lie,
There's a greater truth emerging.

Can these time capsules be the greater truth?