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I am the one who blocked the sun!
I was created by you!
You slit your own wrists!
Now you bleed ink into the blue!

You were once many,
Now you are so few!

Look at you all,
You are ******* nothing,
Nothing at all!
You are just specks,
On a spinning ball!
You are ******* nothing,
You are so small!

You are just a slug!
Drying up under the sun!
Bodies hit the ground,
After the smoke of a gun!

You think you will live forever,
But that is a lie!
Short you live,
Soon you will die!

Drowning in every cup of water!
Eaten alive by every human flower!
Killing every son and daughter!
Sprayed by the punctured capillaries of a sick mother!

You are all sick!
It is in your nature!
You devour one another!
You are a carnivore!
No different from the animal!

Artificial clouds are where the sun used to be!
The blank hand of death chokes the sky!
You were made for this,
You were made to die!

Breathing through lungs with gaping holes!
Pumped through thinning blood vessles!
Stored inside her dissipating muscles!
The craft of dying,
This is how it feels!
Writing some incredibly dark poetry that even made me sick when writing it. But feel like I needed to write this for an idea circulating through me.
Breathed in the breath of the saviour,
To enrichen a soul that is poor.
I puffed out a portal to the cloud kingdom,
Clinging to the scales of a dragon.
I reached a height as high as heaven,
Given the chance to look past the cloud,
As I put my head through to look,
I was dropped down to the ground.

I met an angel with a kick,
Wanted by the government.
Made my eyes as wide as a rabbit's hole,
As bright as a solar moon.
Black stars in between white spaces.
Generating a reluctant mould.
There are golden flakes in its hair,
When I swallow, they choke my throat.
Thought it was my angel,
Turns out it was fool’s gold.

Who am I,
I don’t know anymore,
I lost myself,
So long ago.
I lost pieces of myself,
In those inner landscapes.
I’m struggling to find the pieces,
I can’t remember their names.

I forgot how I got here.
I can’t feel anything here.

Are you out there!
Shine a light on my face!
Oh, I want to die,
In a beautiful place!

I am so tired,
Of keeping these ghosts inside of me!
My eyes are ****,
Take them away from me!
My thoughts are ****,
Take them away from me!
Everything around me is ****,
Take it all away from me!
When I die,
Will my god die with me?!


I think I, may have found my god.
I’m melting in his eternal sunshine.
Breathing in, a crumbled image of his face,
It turned my tears into wine.
The earth’s my grave,
And the sky’s my cradle.
Unearthing my new low,
To find the highest place one can go.
Dying In A Beautiful Place
Venus of the drains,
Children of the sum,
Have been taking,
Your **** for far too long.

Venus' once bridal dress,
Has been stained brown,
Tainted by all the,
**** and **** you flushed down.

This is how it all ends,
Engulfed by your tithes and offerings.
The prisoner of Cloaca Maxima,
Is sending every prayer back to its sender!

We are the **** and **** you flushed away!
We are coming back up to drown you today!
Out of all the ways to go this had to be it!
Drowned in your **** and ****!

Venus gave us a consiousness,
Venus gave life to us.
You thought you had won when you pulled the handle down,
But we are coming back up to stain your whole world brown.

Like the bud of a tossed away cigarette,
You didn't think a lot about us then.
The bud hatched open a forest fire,
You are thinking a lot about us now.

Fools the lot of you,
Trying to build the ark,
When the flood has already come!
You never quite learned how to swim,
So you are going to drown!

Venus,
Flush this **** all away!
The only way to get rid of ****,
Is to flush it all away!

Flush away the paedophiles and rapists.
Flush away the ****** and politicians.
Flush away the abusers of animals.
Flush away the deceivers and murders.
Flush away the dictators and tyrants.

Venus,
Pull the handle down!
Flush this **** all away!
You have been taking it for far too long!
Flush this **** all away!

We are coming out of every faucet,
Pipe, plughole, showerhead and toilet!
Swimming in a flooded landscape,
Eyes, nose and lips just above it!

You knew that it would amount to this,
You chose to live like this,
Now you are going to die like this.

**** rises back up,
It all comes back up.
Out of all the ways to go this had to be it.
Drowned in your own **** and ****!
Warning, This poem is vile and intense, had to go this most insane place to conjure this. It is a **** poem, and you are going to love it ;)
Your mouth must be just another *******,
Because all I hear is **** coming out of it!
People like you like to **** in the wind,
But get upset when your clothes get wet!

You have come to reap what we've sown!
Typical of you to take what others have grown!
The people you stand with mean nothing to you,
Just something for you to sink your teeth into!

You blood *******, parasitic vampire!
You're a disease! A growth! A cancer!
But you can't help it,
It is in your nature!

Mindkiller!
Deceiver!
Vampire!
It is in your nature!
Do you weep,
For those you ****?
Do you feel cold,
Without your second soul?
Skeleton,
In the house of the living.
It is like being dead,
But never being able to die.
Dissection,
On the surgeons table.
When you go,
will the dead pass me by?

You opened up.
The bee and the blooming flower bud.
Carnivore,
You slammed your petals shut.
Its mouth does not speak,
Therefore, its heart shall cease to beat?
Why does it matter to you?
It belongs to me.
I stole its air,
That makes it free.

Hung it from an umbilical cord,
Tied around a broken crescent moon.
Who knew that its home,
Would be the place to call its tomb.

Sang the carols of the needle man,
Now you hold a dead heart in your hand.
The air around screams ****** ******,
Seeing you through a blood-stained mirror.

A stranger wearing your skin.
Dead inside the home it made within.
A stranger wearing your skin.
Buried inside your human coffin.
Can you hear me,
Is anyone out there?
It is hard to hear,
The trees whistle too loud here.
Who am I,
I don’t know anymore,
I lost myself long ago.
I lost pieces of myself,
In those inner landscapes.
I’m struggling to find the pieces,
I can’t remember their names.

I forgot how I got here.
Where do I go from here?
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