Sex Cells from Self-Titled by The Trying

The sound of her lips as they draw the poison out consoles me like a lullaby
Creep asleep

My dreams revolve around my absence
The insects devour my disembodiment
No rhyme
No reason
Drunk
My crime
My treason
Regret
This grime
Hot season
Decay
This climb
Of the demon
Out of hell

The form of her hips are the mirror of reality in my heart
Cruel ventricle

This garden has bloomed corpse flowers
A perfume of unlovely effigies emanate
Like the piss of an angel
No time
Defeated
Junk
Her prime
My heathen
Reset
My chime
Adhesion
Defray
See I’m
Depleted
My farewell

(sex cell)
My love
Sick of
Sort of
Void of
Cut me
Marquee
Would be
Peacefully

(sex cell)
My heart
Take part
Restart
Impart
You!
Fix me
Deplete
Excrete
The inconsistencies
(sex cell)
My skin
Has been
Within
My sin
Cocoon
Attune
How soon
Will I come through?

(sex cell)
My soul
Black hole
Control
Console
Me!
Destroy
Decoy
Enjoy
Me!

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