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Nothing from Your Mouth

from This Soft Red Oblivion by Tomorrow's Man

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Sweet release from your philosophies,
promises, entreaties
that mean nothing from your mouth
You speak of our memories,
nostalgic soliloquies
that mean nothing from your mouth

How'd you get inside of me, what you want a part of me,
How you gonna take it out now?
Why you clawing into me, what you want the heart of me,
How you gonna tear it out now?
How you ply mendacity dripping with hypocrisy,
Ruining the best of me.
Claw your way out of me, take the red part of me,
Have your fucking way with me now.

Such sweet release from your disease, echoing guarantees
That mean nothing from your mouth.
Apocryphally you speak of me, ponder possibilities;
That all mean nothing to me.

Words of a charlatan, of a fool
A sycophantic, trusting tool
Left with nothing from your mouth.
And so you leave me destitute
Yet with a smile so acute,
Blessed with nothing from you.

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from This Soft Red Oblivion, released April 27, 2018

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