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Jacob 3d
Would you offer your throat till the white roses run red
Would you tilt your neck till it mimics the gallows bite
Would you arch your back while my fingers grip you like the rack
Shoulders of a beast set to prowl
Distance met by a jump of static
Graze along sanguine thrum
Intoxicant for syringe canine
Moment to savor before the plunge
Pour in my mouth
Lap at the slice
Nails coffin, sign your song to my back
Only the moon plays observer
Voiceless the scream
Mirror the clouding heavens light
Cherish the life that flows from you
Glee it fills in me
Edge to the end, the final drip
From my arms, to the ground do you slip
Inspiration taken from the first line of the esteemed Meat Loaf's "You Took the Words Right Out of My Mouth"
Jacob Feb 9
Woe upon me this day of ruin
Fraught with not but anguish
Scattered across this unhallow earth lies pieces of my marred soul
Who be I to see the rise of another sun?
To go on and remake what is lost?
Witness these salted channels form valleys down my face
Taste the despair of a hollow gut
Hear the grumble of my essence tear itself apart
**** the creators
Blast the makers
Couldn't they have worked with sturdier stock?
Burden once grabbed unraveled
Writhe along the floor like the worm I am
Nothing in this life could bring joy again
The bite of rope filling my throat would only begin to satisfy
Jacob Feb 7
Tail fluffed in the air
She stalks around the room
To her whim and wish she peruses
Kneeled in the center
Wagging with patience I sit
Anticipation any given command
Bidding her time, letting me shake
Deeming if I'm worth the time
If I may be useful enough to sharpen her claws
All I can do is wait and behave
Jacob Feb 1
Connected to your past, connected to your friends, connected to the earth
You've moved along abstaining from hope
Downcast were your eyes
Lidded and without sight, the world turning dark
Sudden is the leap leaving behind that encroaching shadow
In what stage, in what form will you land?
Beginning to reclaim what's been lost
From the ground you lay staring the bar in its eye
From the ground you rise to lift it with you
Great effort it will take
Something which now you are able to make
Creature of joy hidden within
Stare upon your baubles and gems
Weave of light, craft your world
Take stock of the newly granted freedoms
Life stands before you arms spread wide
New breath swirls around
You now step into an era of gold
For my roommate
Jacob Jan 28
Creator of fear
Mirror of fear
Reveal what is already inside
Seer of fear
Maestro of fear
Divine is the weave pierced through flesh
Precursor of fear
Devourer of fear
Feast, for the meal was sown by you

**** and ***** to see what makes them tick
Preform acts that would make another sick
Tried and true please them into another hue
Jacob Jan 28
Upon these stones we are met
Before the void of inky wet
Gather our joy from these rocks
For we make delight as the dancing fox
Stand you creature of fae
Where in the **** was the right way
Tried finding a path to a beach to meet a friend and could not find the right way. Ended up driving to another beach and walked a mile along the sand
Jacob Jan 28
The depth of rage sees the force of sorrow and wishes to be one. Rage wants to be and pushes themself to be kind. Only joy is wished upon sorrow in their neighboring hole. To dig a tunnel between began with hopes to raise each other out of the depths. Rage sees themself and knows their own rot must be cleaned before being a kind force to sorrow. Scraping away while in hatred of their own being.

What is done with an intention of love comes from a background of hurt, and rage is unable keep that out. They reach to hold sorrow, but can only dig in by the fingertips. They open their mind, to be closer, to be known completely, but spill words that have only harmed. Rage only wishes the sum total shows the good they attempt, but can only see the harm they have done.
I did not mean to be cruel, but I was not kind. The tunnel dug has started to cave in. Even with supports the walls will be fragile, but I will spend my time reinforcing them. I will spend my time continuing to dig handholds until sorrow and rage reach joy.
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