White dress upon the maxim blackness
veil lifted to designate the
eyes
now I sleep amongst the screams of never-were
see the laughing tendrils slitheen in horticulture
eyes
legs, laughs, dining umbra lasting forgotten
a numbing agent
testimonies sanctified in antiquety
and other such fancy words
must be clockwork orange
singings of the ultraviolent
tuesday two days past the last day for the full
moon

no need to go to school
but my hands work independently from my hands
science can
bring azn explanation but I
can't
so I'm sitting here ha;f in the dark but can't svoid thid dickness called sdavark but i'm to used to half of ordnance givwn to living quarks
I'm dying

There's no point writing anymore
when the idea of sharing them again becomes
so droll
Now my thought's wrestle against themselves
and disappear, and unfold
The farther they stretch, the further they fold in
then release, like a breath, for a moment unspun
yo-yo
betrayed tenfold, no matter the compatie.
Friends, turned heathens, turned businessmen, turned faithful, turned deathtrap, turned kindness, turned apathy, turned hoprful, turned apathy, turned tarnished over time, turned hate for the self.
and I'm over here like, bro//
I just want to be left alone.
therein lies deceit, a line I've waited to say for some time.
we all seek something, and it makes want for us all
no matter the source.
Perhaps, that's why some of us still pay taxes.
If you're reading this
Just because you're scared, doesn't mean you're wrong to be. When your scared, though, make sure you're scared for the right reasons. Don't act out in fear, or jealousy, or anger
They cloud your judgement, and distract you from the cause.
and.
they could very well destroy whole chapters and books of a life.

I hope you fix what needs fixing, mark what needs marking, cultivate what needs cultivating, and build what needs building.

Sublime silence on the outcast marshes casted against the grey hills, too many large avarice’s to climb before the night fills up from the 32 brothers of Jain laying outside casually laying next to brains how then tomorrow comes just a little too early with farmhands and families chiding across the stone fences of solidified ones next too left faced so the wind caught the lifters before dragging upon the pavement red colors slurry with the clear curry favors from boot kickers thinking feet taste like curry hurry now before the bloated bow of Jamison’s ship across the American gates drift to sleep more often than you know but you’ll never find from the laughing torn apart from targets harnessed the underdarks promise trough filled till the gauntlets hill squealing pig fissure separating spectators from sepulcher never pauses left breathless whistles hasten to the untimely demise what a trend a friend asked me what I was doing but couldn’t respond because the algorithm wouldn’t let me breath heavily disaster of compost composing a decomposition of which snitch position to behead quietly an analogy of past tense and future meaning bereft of any merit to trust those qualifying for positions of power hours are 7-6am and please don’t push breath out of dispensers

Caged in eclectic behaviors
dribbling down past the windscreen
a glance is all it takes, it seems
to turn the carnage to pleasant days
and vice versa
what will I say when all I've ever wanted was to fragment
the day-to-day. What will happen when she breaks the silence.
talk now or cry later.
a repetitive cry to drown out with vices and sadder times.
whomever created this survival game is as infected as politicians. now.
ultimatums curry favors, but I hold neither strength nor endeavors.
men are protectors, but left to daily devices, sightless to maniacal hive mind heist striders above favors.
now it seems we're the ones in need of saviors

Asgard for a felon
a thousand souls dashed amongst the shoreline
disheveled bad & good folk alike
lost amidst the tethers swirling
astounded I drift down amidst the fetters
below the surface of the dreadnaught infested pocket depths of bitterness and dementia, here festering crying screams of betrayal, derelict sins dredging the skepticism besides the banks of moanful dirges in repentance for every past grievance I'm unable to shake.
These are the depths.
always the depths.
the depths they must be madness
to grant eternal life, to the eternal slumber
insisting, this time you will succeed in life
but only by your failures.
and yet,
I still am not able to find solace, from severing the tendons,
neither the depths noose around my ankle seems to be so tight. It seems life continues trying to pry this moss covered shell off my back.
perhaps, now, the hermit is not my style
and, perhaps
I've learned enough
to shed this chapter
⌜LEVEL UP⌟

I've had visions, not before
but later on
of me donning on cotton covered scrawlings of feather down horns banishing cretins from porches threatening my dinner portions
But, more awe than form to psychiatric patients brandishing
war torn grins from chins whilst scuffling about amongst floors of white marble enlightening me once again of the future I get to look fooor.
So another sip slips past amongst the radar and by this light on the keyboards I alight myself to dream once more.