Heterochromic moral dysphoria yields unwavering entropy
A mind begging to be freed from wanting to be free
Love breeding guilt breeding shame breeding waste
A vessel of represed
lust
Halt indulgence
only to be found,
Not heard
screaming
This is progress,
this is your life

Did I want to be trapped?
Don Shackles of mundanity,
dragging every ounce of wistful languor
They’re all so happy,
was that the point?
Did i trample your precious dreams
so i could eat?
Onset tyranny,
unwillingly bequeathed

Never to hold you, never to leave you be
Only to be sure they never see me

Cultivate a faithful divide
The work of God
can’t ever make you
whole,
so dig through
every fracture
you could have burned
in an iridescent
vessel of vacancy