Stomping yourself in denim sadness

Stomping trudging
Breaking bones
A mire of tar in our lungs seeps

Cutting the circulation
Between reality
A mountain of mole hills engulfs us


Our reflections in these SHARDS
Detach trauma from our hearts
A PACE MAKER OF ANGUISH

This ataxic syncopation
reality and viral vision
A pace maker of anguish

Laying in this ***** den
Of bankruptcy
Our place isn't forgiveness

It's not something we can earn or
Give
People are not your objects

Denim Jean's
Sadness
A beat stomped from existance
Rythm
Dies
A beat stomped from existence

Existance
Is putrid
I smell it
On your breath
Existance
Is anguish
This prison
Of brain meat
Existance
Beautiful
Without me
I'll miss it

Obsidian shoes
And diamond armor

Won't protect me

A mind of gold and
heart like a watch

Won't carry the breath beat of the cities


I have a death inside me
A rotting corpse
An Identical being
stomach's retching remorse
strapped to this dead body
I'm carrying in my heart
A symbiote child
Sewn to the dark

Help me drive a stake through
Myself
Help me release all I thought I was

All the pain guilt and anguish I am


All that has defined me from my wrongs