Schizzy in the sunlight
Laughing all awhile
Dancing skinless amongst
Elderberry tree's bones
Rattling of bottles
And thieves, deceiving memories of what's to come
What's to believe
Across the shadows marsh
Casting bubbles on bricks of breeze.
I'll see you again
My torment, and disease
I guess I'm writing again
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you
I hate me
And **** myself a bit faster.
I hate you.
My vision clouds before the moistureless concrete walls, a test ahould I prevail like time spent learning magick in divided cells of my past come to live again as a new beast roaring for attention.
It's what I deserve.
It's what I asked for atleast.
Grateful the opportunities granted plant an ideology of solve et coagulation though my spine protests the divine weight I traips when bearing.
Though my sight seeing detour detention center created of melted steel, cable, and drywall, I peer into an entrancing existence.
The soft soul that calls me her own, demonic armor left aside to accept mine own.
How ecstatic. This pain new to me, used to physically abusing myself to prove I could still feel meaning in the lonely traveled roads of a morally conscious bard , my stories I've lived and heard far across the winding winds.
Forgotten almost as easily, is it true I've ever lived before my dark angel of the mountains graced me with her presence? Left unchecked I stress the understood importance of the natures violent growth.
I put the consequences on the backburner and found myself a partner.
Am I lucky, or a fool, or drunk on possibilites that I think are ******* cool?
All of the above and more, I'll pour my adoration forth a soul spring gushing rapid comfy, polar aspects mingle
My flesh has sallowed
In wake of this famine
My accusers shouting
Shallowness, clandestine sickness, how low these
Thoughts that were my friends have brought me to.
Though my eye glimmers at the darkness that walks in through doors that aren't my own.
Cessation my crutch, or my saving grace. Either way these steps keep leading me away. How strange that once I trumpeted my praises to any darkness that passed my way.
Heartless, past or present?
Raw stench drapes me, like an auric field to address how potential futures will
In cold weather, green shines brighter
In the pale blue light's glimmer
Twincandescent, like a moon on still lakewater
Feathers flown across by warm breezes
Again, it seems
A leaf in pondscum
Peace found in giving leave to ideals of
Incandescent oily tar
Polarized truth, begging for a knife
Vampirism at it's finest
Why then tragedy inflicted mindedness
Surprising kindness found in sappy outlets
Like wounds carved in letters in cypress's
To be enough.
You call yourself a king.
As negligent, and wild, and unacomplished.
Trigger vile thoughts of conquered monuments.
Don't pose jokes to take part in fake
That which you know nothing
Despair petty one
Bathe in the fiery rapids of the river styx
Learn the lessons of the dead
As you are one with death already.
Be destroyed by all things
And be rebuilt
I speak vaguely on purpose.
To understand the levity between fractions of time.
I hope thus speaks to you
In limenal acres
Acrid acidic asinine