true submitting to demands of neurosis curves to the sound of the force of the force fed horizontal forced impressionable for back ache for mystic soliloquies or morsels of black fungi distilled fat and oils silver obsidian dragons dust agony panoply of **** feeding axis and disturbed screaming mosquito

ledges crumbling arts dissolving back arching needle spine spinning hovering roaring crackling cumulus demands
ideal reduced form mountain shivering clapping breaths maximum fulfilled broken bones and shattered psyche forced unconscious patterns in vicious tongues in absolution watered and paint plucking ******* abbreviating one in out and rage deciding or stumbling into oblivion some decisions or preternatural prophecies fueling dueling serpents arrange pedantry forced entry excessive force forcing logic skewering shaming wailing panting wasps

Cosmic serpent
Flies in circles
Orbits earths
Visits vessels
Stings and wrestles

Prowls the plain
The desert arrangements
Faces fire no fear
Takes one look at the spider

Sees through the fire
Undresses the only envy
The necessity plenty
Of spiraling ascent

To meaning manifest
A plunge into the nest of the fortune cookie prophecies

Fate pulled from a hat
In the terraforming visions of the seven breasted harpy speech devours itself
The visioneer’s ouroboros precludes ovals of assimilation clinging tight to the exoteric
The vessel rejects the half digested
An ammonia laden upheaval

Dispelling folderol with blinding reverence
Inviting tragedy with nostalgic foresight
Wet nightmares
Logic abandons the visioneer ****** into the opposite of static

pockmarks bomb the oblivious cavalcade wet dripping nuisance cataracts Holy stove to the tracks Grow missile candide fenesin shovel living space
loved back the feeding Farsight
nowhere near the ending candy torpid glasses
foul just situation beat down the what eyelash grasp of following feathers
mine jaundiced knuckles

i sink into
the tar pit
groping in sludge, black
blind
sleeping pulse
time slowing to a stop
tick tock tick
tock
ti
ck
to
c
k

raw ******* thumbs drawing open the canvas of cavities
hot stink, tangles of pink wrinkles, ground turkey and beef
pulse of the earth in the groan of the springs as the sequence of spirits inhabits a lopsided carpet of blood, cardiovascular, creation, crawling
pineapple sweat, *******, neck licking saliva stains, flesh slapping, teeth jousting, chins grinding
explosions, eruptions, screaming, biting, clutching the rim, apocalypse, APOCALYPSE, the guilty apocalypse

Even you aren’t immune to despair
I can read you from here, I can beat you from there

You’re a zealot, you’re a widow
You’re a silhouette a shadow
You’re a superficial shallow piece of meat, baby

I’m allowed to say what’s on my mind
Cause according to you we are totally fine

You’re a liar and an object
That’s not taken out of context
That’s the only honest thing
That I’ve said all year

Loving you is like loving a mirror
I can see you in me, I am there, I am here

You’re a lone wolf
You’re about to engulf
Everything I love, every item on my bucket list

Even you can’t abandon a crisis
I call it criticism you call it kindness

You’re a genius
Saying it is meaningless
I don’t think you’re gorgeous I think you’re a goddess

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I don’t know if you know what I think
But I know that you probably know we’re in sync

You are one with your anger
A lonely little doppelganger
Try to condescend with your silly little smile

I’m not sure if I hate or admire
That I never can tell if you’re fine or on fire

You’re a salty little devil
And we’ve got a score to settle
Do I really have to sit through this whole ******* play

Not that I know the way that it ends
Not to judge from the truth that her sarcasm lends

You’re a terrible example
You’re in ruin, you’re in shambles
Do you even know what mixed signal means?

I don’t like the direction this leads
This relationship has more than one set of needs

You’re incredible
You are terrible
Why do you think the whole world’s against you?

Even you know you’re not so unique
Why does love always fade at its absolute peak?

You’re the sum of my ambition
You’re a victim of contrition
Doesn’t everyone you meet mention how beautiful you are?

Is it really so hard to admit
That by saying you love me you were full of ****?

You’re a scam artist
Had to try my very hardest
Had to dress like a ******* tool to impress you

Even though you are once in a lifetime
I could use some help deciding, 50/50 lifeline

You are floating like a bubble
You’re about to be in trouble
When you spiral when you crash, girl

Even you aren’t content to obscurity
You are not that innocent don’t overplay your purity

Disappointed, battleplan disjointed
Even you’ll admit that this was destined to fail

I was a no name worker bee
Yet I had a million bees all working for me
I was a caryatid, house wife, never had the life of a queen
Stole my honey from the wasps with the wax in their wings

I was a comatose burn victim
I could hear the nurses whisper sanctum sanctorum!
They fed me nutrients and cleaned my ******
They either didn’t care or they didn’t think I could hear them

I was alive when the lightning struck
But I was dead by second, to survive my luck
I wasn’t anything special
I was a mass produced individual

They had no names worth knowing
They had no future where they were going
And I never thought twice about what I did
The quiet megalomania of a caryatid

And then my patience turned to rampage
I took a page from Genghis Khan
I wanted the roaches gone
I hatched suburban escape plans
Because my angst was delayed
A generation late & afraid

Now in the presence of the gods and goddesses
And in the confidence of infinite this is
Another power grab a singularity
Another force to fight reverse polarity

I’m all about the lust and not the wander
I am the lingering presence of a long goner
I’m here to clarify the **** of daughters
The spider stink in the breath of fire

If we could **** for utility instead of a performance to showcase our species’ ability
Then we’d be hunted by viruses
The gods and goddesses with the instinct to extinct humanity

Chaos is healthy, its part of reality, essential to symmetry, like night is to day
When life is weighed on a pendulum
Like sanctum sanctorum
The delicate faberge

There isn’t anything to bother with on top of the monolith
I’m shouting mantras from the mountain peak

There isn’t any time to practice with a modern creation myth
A lullaby in a language I don’t speak