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SW Apr 2021
Nav
Loud disrespectful welp, bone faced Cav
Subdued in soundless sleep, unaware
Here lurks our end, O death stalks us dear Nav
Mine ever foolish sword, dull yet sharp
A prize awaits the dead, not for us
One Flesh, One end, O death hates us dear
Nav
SW Jan 2021
Dark thoughless word *****
An Exhalation when I cant speak
A breath when I choke on these thoughts
As I throw them into a void.
SW Jan 2021
Directionless coward
Lazy selfish ****
How many times must you learn
youre simply not worth it.

No goals. No hopes. No talents or dreams.
"Im doing all I can."

Liar. I want to scream.

Breath caught. Throat tight.
I could never do anything right.
Cant die. Cant swim.
How do I survive the ocean
I find myself in?
SW Jan 2021
Talk to me and I will smile
Joke and I will laugh
Youll never see my darkness
I read somewhere "Eat the path"

Devour the stress turned hatred
Consume the storm in your head
I could probably **** things up
Even when Im dead

Ingest a sickening life
Glutton myself on the cycles
I dont want to be here anymore
But youll watch this sorrow soul
Eat the path.
SW Jan 2021
Seething boiling mass
Thrashing in this bone cage
Overcast black torrent
Perplexed eyes turn skyward
Im supposed to be happy
I thought I had shed it way back when
But i look around and im standing the dark yet again.

Calmness despite the rage
Resignation to the stress
Hopeless, Helpless, Worthless
Life is a stage
And I want nothing but the curtain call
SW Dec 2020
Wings out-thrown: A black silhouette eclipsing the moon
Quickened by blood: A hole in my understanding, drawing it close
Child of the skies: A long forgotten predator, awoken and voracious -
Child of mud: Adam's son, cunning, strong and committed to life. -
Unable to know, think, grasp, take-in, understand, comprehend

"That is not dead which can eternal lie,
and with strange aeons pass even death may die"

An Eternal Hunter: six limbs, no eyes.
Inevitable Death stalking your every step.
Wings tipped in spears of ivory, claws of Forged-metal
Creator? or Created? It does not matter.
For life will decay in its shadow.

A God of wrath and vengeance: Unforgiving of this deception.
Which lead to It's races end.
Exalted, and hailed as what It is, It will destroy all.
It will destroy
Us.
SW Nov 2020
Hark, o mine beast of black shade and moonlight,
Steal me from mine chambers in the dark night,
Wake me from restful sleep to give me sight
Of things not known, and of things to come,

Hark, o sharp edged visage of death Black Queen,
Hear mine cry of One Flesh, a soft rueful keen,
Follow mine cry of One End and be seen,
Yet not known a little, not even some.
Gideon the Ninth. Go read it. 🖤
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