"The Room Defined EP"

 

"The Room Defined Pt. 1: Frame"

Opening. Alas it wasn't the first or last. Generous gestures tied to a carcinogenic, filching heart. Let the storm cloud your judgement. Seek and obtain the spoils. Even beggars know the difference between the purloin, need and destroy. Shovel skin into the grave. Buried another victim. The spree starts and doesn't stop. Gravel roads run as black as midnight blood when it's begged for in sick haste. Warranted equality isn't cut from the cloth of kings and neither is this empty vessel. Too many raindrops to separate fur from the fury. Sadly, there wasn't even enough blood to ink a pen.

"The Room Defined Pt. 2: Windows"

Sharpshooters on the rooftops. None are more ready than the oblivious, walking dead. Multiple casings. Brass and bone. No one is as they seem. Tango darts from far left to center. Hold for call. Even in this sandstorm the mark shines bright and snaps in half to paint the ground. Subtle tones of insurgent fabricators force the higher-ups to band hammers into coffin nails. Even now the tides of war are left unsettled. Call off the dogs, they won't find food here.

"The Room Defined Pt. 3: Ceiling"

Its like chewing on feelings gone awry. Impossible waste of time. Satellites fade off signals from a dead world. Even Frost couldn't stop the sun from doing what it does best. Shake loose the dew of morning, the sweat of day and accusations of night. Trifecta in cosmic spin. Appeal to the comets that crush landscapes and acid rain that coats the soil. May the stars rain down with no other want than to urge pause. May the clouds scrape the skin from hollow bones. Either way, the case of calamity rises only to leave the flats salted. Sink in scorched earth.

"The Room Defined Pt. 4 Floor"

Succulents thrive all along the two lanes of purgatory. Endless spikes that grow while the trees are ablaze. Enter the shadow that encased beauty. See the penumbra take shape and lay waste and ruin to the heartland. Terror comes in aromatic waves of vomit mixed with false conclusions and altered states of being. Rip up the wood panels to reveal the first of many pieces of collateral damage. The Tell-Tale Heart tells no tales. Shifty eyes blame fecundity lacking with pages. Paper-cuts remind them to steer way clear.