Ink Blot

The weight inside a picture frame
Not nearly salvaged as the blade
That cuts the maps and figure eights
To occupy that little space
Your better half is on parade
Internal organ pop-up display
A star is just as deadly as the day
We’ve been relying on ink blot test
Tethering white silhouettes
Oh avalanche, you’re wasting your time
Come hell or high water I won’t die
If there’s a blood stain in the road
I can’t help the innuendo
I can’t help the innuendo
You think that you’re a storm cloud in heat
Vertebrae a thousand daggers deep
The wet air cracks your mouth to speak
From battle line’s long suffering
In worn custody burning the seeds
We’ve been relying on ink blot test
Tethering white silhouettes