The most bitter A bad tasting fruit Too rare and rich Unholy and otherworldly Grows beneath a toxic soil Lives at the heart of thorns Bathes in the rays of a black sun Drinks the bloods of the fallen ones Comes from nowhere Serves no purpose Exists solely to defy the unwritten rules Exists only to scry the departed souls A peak into the void that is unseeable Eaten by those depraved and miserable
The truth of the world is hidden in its seeds
Another poem about how much I love hating life and yet I'm still clinging to our abusive relationship
A boat I'm not good enough The ocean I see no shore Grown mad, the boat is stuck Between cracking in half And not Peace followed by chaos Dancing in a deadlock Like Yin and Yang Grown mad, the man is stuck Between dying And not The man is not me I'm watching him become me Living is beautiful I'm stuck between its beauty and The beauty of its ugliness What is supposed to happen now?
Confined within for seventeen never-ending years Greeted every morning by its hollow disgusting sneer Cutting fingers trying to peel off the layers of this theater Getting stabbed and kicked in the head again, death is near
Another day, lost in the space Feeling more and more alien Piercing the days like a warrior Have my head cut off a thousand times Another day, losing my own face Smells more and more my carrion Peering through this barrier Have my body buried a thousand miles down the earth
I am orbiting Saturn Bathing in an unholy calm Digesting the universal justice Finding peace in my untimely demise I drift in the ocean of void A worm hole ******* the time out of my soul The black lotus of the world unfolds Everything happening before hasn't happened before Relatively nothing means anything anymore
It's seeping under my skin Dancing in nothingness between Flakes Irreplaceable beauty of harmony Even with disgusting oily Flakes Feels like a drunkard Living the spring in fall While it's falling flakes Flakes of life, flakes of distress Disappearance of a mandatoriness It's seeping under my skin The toxicity of uncertainty Blindingly bright enlightening Yet destructively disappointing Like a cold shower of frustration Like a suppressed determination Fakely exhilarating But depressing in practice A resonating unreliability They itch Stalk you to death Stuck in a death bed Going eternally downhill Still though they're Still beautiful Dancing among the flakes