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birds are made of trees
where do they hide from me
whispering wishes of insecurity
casting around like a clown
becoming somebody
holding
false dreams
no witness
I need jeans
that have some pockets
deep enough to stuff
my wallet
full of envy and greed
hundred dollars in the hole
knowledge from believing I can finally leave
sunkissed absence marking my feet
sore and tender
shoes of soul
legs shaking
arms quaking
mind racing
bruised breast
disguised wrists
deep from the core
sliced and discarded
nothing more
sore spine
open flesh
juicy and ripe
no milk in sight
feelings are lies
logic
bones
fingertips
telephone polls
and spiderwebs
splinters in my eyes
where is all of this going
who is it meant for
explore me
if you please
forced jaw
broke open
dry tongue
memories
do you miss me
scattered thoughts all in a blob
I have been walking past a dead rotting body for weeks now.

A badgers body perfect looking at first and slowly watching the worms and maggots eat away at the flesh. slowly decaying and rotting and becoming nothing. this is life. this is real. and this is the truth. this is everyone's eventuality. that is our future.

The smell of death was unforgettable, and it makes me wonder why we try so hard when in the end we are just a body that will fade to nothing...
 Jun 2019 hypnopunk
Emilia B
Free
 Jun 2019 hypnopunk
Emilia B
Walking along the dunes
Shells in my hand
Kicking little rocks
Sticking out of the sand.

Wind rippling through my shirt
Sun stroking my cheek
Looking out to the sunset, upon the sea
It's Freedom that I seek.
apocalypse
one is happening
before our eyes
one we caused
disguised by lies

money
what they make
from the week
they become hooked
to the relief they seek

zombies
are what is left
nothing to regret
souls left waning
while the industries are gaining
 Jun 2019 hypnopunk
Anastasia
******* blood
tell me if it's sweet

are you the person
i've been waiting to meet

would you like to see my blade
darling, it's okay if you're insane

i love the way you play the game
i know you're not afraid of shame

******* flesh
tell me if it's warm

they're afraid of just one
they should see the swarm

i love the taste of chaos.
the smell of gasoline.

it's pathetic that they're scared of me.
darling, i'm not mean.

there's something in the air.
i can feel it in my lungs.

i don't mind if you scream,
i always do it in tongues.

******* blood
tell me if it's sweet.

you're the flavor of the person
i've been waiting to meet
 May 2019 hypnopunk
Luna Maria
a red liquid
flew as tears over your
cheeks
not because sadness or grief,
but caused by guilt
we won't let you forget what you've done
the blood of the innocent
keeps sticking on your body.
I feel so ****** up lately
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