Steer clear from real fear, escape into the maw of your denial

They crushed me with a rock
They drowned me in the sea
They have always feared
What I could be

I have been impaled down between the collar bone
As I still breathed, they forced my head into a honeycomb
Cooked me in the bull, eviscerated by pulling
Culling every instance of my corporeal form

I've been shot in the left temple
My throats been cut, quick and simple
Beat me to a pulpy matter
Thrown from a bridge, down down to splatter

Burned at the stake for owning a cat
Eaten alive by a single rat
Twisted my body until my spine snapped, then
Thrown in the cold for my upcoming nap

They will try, they will try to best me
They will only succeed in killing me
Reconciliation's the only thing resting
Is it destiny they do not see?

I will rise, eternally.

Polarized penny-****** rubbing clam on hand to seal the deal of sweet body feels, the temple of joy for obtuse bush-beater toy.
Springs of regurgitated hate steep the pores with slime veneer seeping out of the hole you swear holds silver spoons for delivery to the mass's benefit.
Stuffing slits with ignorant mindless droll to make it feel full of life while seeds rot in your gums and thighs, the tides don't curb friction hide.
Polarized poker gives the charge to the joker in the root, rendering the point and the poke moot, popular for being the first smoker, slack grappling super-soaker satisfaction ******* shoot me in my ******* make me feel cute.
Step down to justify rotting apples in the eye, pungent odor from the motor of super-sized ego hoarder. Super-sized meat-fold folder.
Sniff it. Eat the thing. Lift it up to sing, bring me everything for I have nothing. Teeth on petals sting.
**** the stems and never breed.

I see old friends going on with their lives.
Having kids, some party, others husbands and wives.
Here I sit, reminiscing, can't forget how far I've
Grown from everyone I've ever known.

Time, it slips from open fists.
My mark on the world, a dusty to-do list.
I stand on the edge of a growing distance,
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Aged wood cramped up
when once they combed
stars deny the elements
their indifference; mercy
pressing the fibers of
pity to a low and unsteady
hum.

Holding the self hostage
breathing deep
the ashes of
tradition's corpse

Don't let it get you down,
all this bad news going 'round.
It's all inconsequential.

No need to fret
over stubbed toes, lost bets.
It means nothing to me.

As I
go down
this road,
I
begin to see
what it holds for me.

As the
clock turns,
I slowly learn
why it is
I'm trying

to

believe.

Break a bone and wish
for a clear picture
of the day's history.

Stuff it down like it
won't matter later.