There’s a daily ritual of pain habitual a desperate visual when I fall in love and you don’t return it so I find a drug and decide to burn it as I try out discernment.
You only became hotter after my ritualistic slaughter. You cut me open and read my innards informing you that you were the winner as you ate them for dinner.
After your painful x-ray I skipped the next phase of averting my gaze so I’m diverting to craze through my ritual of shame where I feel despondent from the response sent in our correspondence.
All my peers act like seers showing me their crystal ball where I stand tall. But the Ouija board had me seething toward a demon ***** who seemed like more to eat my core.
The other animals in this zoo are trying to be you but I can see through when they say “me too”. They can’t impede blues the way you easily diffuse so I just drain the goats’ blood at the shrine of no love where I cry and eye rub as they die in the dust.
I kneel before the altar of sorrow that is my lonely bed I lose all vision of tomorrow, it’s replaced by red and images of the dead who never really lived all they did was bled, that’s all this ritual gives a million shivs poking torturously into my sides I try to use one to cut off a piece of the pie but end up gouging out my eyes repeating a ritualistic chant of why.
Candles and pentagrams are where the deadened land fed up with the rules of man I bring Satan my demands, him and regret hand in hand offering advice to the damaged ******.
I gave a blood sacrifice to the needle I stopped acting nice to be evil to deal with people and their oppressive steeples.
I became cold danced around an Asherah pole then begged for mercy for my soul, the one my rationalizations couldn’t hold after breaking the hypnotic mold of having my humanity sold.
These rituals I’ve performed have summoned a storm and left me forlorn. My harvest of corn came in barren so now I watch **** or go to a harem.