Hooking
bullets from
the muscle, I
took just enough
to get me out,
out of these
discipled digs
of occidental artifice.
Saw virtue, as
a patient bound
found floating
with the carcasses,
in oceans of our
artless composition.
So sickened by
my part in this
repulsive codependency,
I'll charter me another sleep,
usurp the gutless drone
to shave my head
the stillborn dream
I open up my arteries
the garters of my
cartilage and bone....
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 12:48 AM UTC
Hooking
bullets from
the muscle, I
took just enough
to get me out,
out of these
discipled digs
of occidental artifice.
Saw virtue, as
a patient bound
found floating
with the carcasses,
in oceans of our
artless composition.
So sickened by
my part in this
repulsive codependency,
I'll charter me another sleep,
usurp the gutless drone
to shave my head
the stillborn dream
I open up my arteries
the garters of my
cartilage and bone....
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