deformed twin on formaldehyde your vestigial flesh kissing the glass i can hear your abortive fingers tapping the jar rhythm of your heart when it's still beating with mine
deformed twin on formaldehyde now dancing to a circus tune in glass drowns your hidden beauty in spite of grotesque display you'd listen to my stories of how i met this girl a living memory between biblical pages of a 1947 hardback in need of more commas
deformed twin on formaldehyde merging love became separated when their scalpel touched your angelic skin i could taste your brain spilling out between my lips and how your teeth clings tight into my cheek touch of your tongue hurts more than hypodermic prick i swear to god, brother, i do not want to let go but dad wouldn't listen as our song faded low
deformed twin on formaldehyde you're not a mass of organic prosthesis swimming in a chemical compound made of hydrogen, oxygen and carbon nor a taxidermied exquisite corpse in a haphazard torn collage i cried when your tumorous meat was severed from mine a sweet candy teratoma inside a garbage bin until you are not moving anymore until your eyes still their gaze offshore count the times the wind caress your falling skin but i smiled when i remember that i'll be alone
deformed twin on formaldehyde one day we'll meet again where a god decided to make all these lies away from that thought that we are a union of a living crime and how the world cursed and made fun of us but now your face is in the sky looking at a world without you though there's no reason to smile in a place without her, too
deformed twin on formaldehyde weep salt tears crocodilian all life is sacred even if they are enemy civilians but for you, i'll kick their face weep your words; the tears you speak my clone, my own flesh and bone fly away from here, winged invertebrate tell her i've been thinking a life more than love and sex this world is a stage and we're desperately unrehearsed
deformed twin on formaldehyde floating freely in glass released from imperfection of our twisted connection and father, i am sorry that i'm breathing my sanity slipping away from a familiar introspection i've been hearing thoughts that aren't mine voice of a person once shared a heart with my spine telling me one day i'll be plucked and that's okay we're all destined to be reduced in impalpable grime
deformed twin on formaldehyde it sucks we both live our lives as parasites both literally and figuratively say hello, goodbye to our unreasonable duality we are now tore in two one's floating in crystal chalice one's drowning in anticrystal malice i must move on for her and go back in time build a radio with scraps and wires and tell that i'm coming back for you
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