Hunting the marrow of my brain,        
Raptor talons feast through flesh,
Shredding tissue with each tear–
my neurons scream.

And as pain pulses in violence,
I’m swallowed by a cloud–
The external muffles, then drains,
Leaving only the talons.

I'm not scared of dying,
just without a warm hand,
of a lover's embrace,
until dead in the morning,
my body aches as my mind,
the brain does not function
like yours or anyone's else's,
a symptom of Aspergers's
god's terrible disease,
inflicted upon birth of me,
I can't stand up straight,
I can't even generally relate,
my birth-mark is of lonely death,
I can't wait to take my final breathe.

maybe i ask for mercy too much.
the tragedy in the unfathomable
creaks at the footing of my bed.
it waits to grab upon my free will.
my greed destined to be beside
the body that dances in desire
for a single breath of clarity.
human nature may grasp the
ebbing of my mind as i sing in
glee for relief. human nature
may define that we all are
inherently built with greed to
progress us but my heart
has faded and my soul has
been defined. i ask for mercy
out of greed for myself.

Am I this sociopath biting your ears
With the breeze, did I become your fears.
Am I a crowbar from ceasing your gears,
Am I in your thoughts as the night draw nears?

There's a crack that keeps getting bigger,
childish giggles and a little snicker,
Do my eyes shine a death night stalker,
behind a tree I see the doggie walkers.

Am I the the madness loading a shotgun,
Am I the craziness shooting up for fun?
There's a tide for every harrowing day,
And the rips harass me in every way.

A dreamless with a knitting machine
my skin in the flow of the stream
washes down into all but a dream,
starry eyes are closed in disbelief.

An angel flutters fallen awoken,
a gift to the unable spoken,
piano keys switch to a different key,
I'm finding it too hard to breathe

She's all in white and green eyes
never by tombstone in which I died,
silky mistress so mysterious
Dressed saintly in a sunday dress.

Schooled into a rhythm of chilled
Systematically against her will
She bites my skin but there's no peace,
when my soul has always been on lease.

True-less will one day become fact,
when little limbs stop withering about,
and believe in the Reaper's one day tale,
a warning for any paper boats to sail.

Demons are all around the angelic,
am I all but one a dreamily saintly?

li̲ke what one better
do before going on a hike, in the ma[ɛ]nner
of that c#cks#cking spineless oppressor
known for for bunker-hiding
having bo[ɑ]nds with crI̲me rings
government-budget-trifling
ruling-term-limit-nullifying; sto[ɑ]p, that's
no[ɑ]t it; go[ɑ]tten sidetracked
like a trolley; I̲'m gon' wind back
like what one better
do before going hiking, mind weather
is sort of lame: mostly storm & rain
[anger & mirthlessness]
as before, for this world's insane
plagued by corruption-sparked crime
[according to ocindex.net, worldwide organized crime level]
[rose from 4.87 in 2021 to 5.03 in 2023]
just like the emergence place
of the Dark Knight
[Gotham City]
and the realness of yours remains
something between a nocturnal phase
of a solar day (murk) & an urbanscape
when it's fa[ɔ]ll in reign (gray)
like aqua drO̲[ɑ]ps desc—
—ending fro[ʌ]m skies; sometimes
["falling rain"]
your attic gets overta'en
by go[ɑ]ddamn darkness
like in horror games
or films; dark 'nough you
would no[ɑ]t mind to
watch this world get destroyed in flames
which sounds like the Joker case
[the Alfred's quote about the Joker from "The Dark Knight"]
["some men just want to watch the world burn"]
and, in fact, is a scene worth to slay
for, given, like a person blamed
no longer for a fau[ɔ]lt he made
["forgiven"]
how badly this world's depraved
by the wicked; all the anti-fascist discourse
conveyed by me, like an ******* act, in the course
["*******"]
of a bit more than twain
years; like a deserted place
it's about to be void; I'd say
sim. to Wild West bad boys, I fave
black hats (the hell?); but, of **** course, when they
wind up in stirs, or slain
or in some other misfortune state (ha-ha)
like the country with that Kim **** in reign
[North Korea]
a grim, morbid frame
of mind; read that sick verse I laid
as a part of "POAA" &, before it's late
["punishment of an autocrat" ]
consider reaching a go[ɑ]ddamn asylum
as for the destruction piece, 'course, it ain't
the whole world, but org. crI̲me bands & tyrants
along with loyal aides
of theirs that deserve the fate
mentioned; for, you see, a[ɔ]ll that they
regard highly's riches, which is low
as hell & pretty typical
[it's not money itself that's the problem]
[the problem is the love of money, which (especially when obsessive)]
[as it's known, is a root of nigh-on all kinds of evil]
this world deserves a better breed of criminal
the breed of individual
who'd be ge[ɪ]tting rid of those egotistic rogues
[by "a better breed of criminal", I mean vigilantes]
[the scene from "The Dark Knight"]
[where the Joker sets a money pile aflame with the following words]
["all you care about is money; this town deserves a better class of criminal"]
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this world's sick as heedless folks
in pre-middle ages; the wicked means proposed
is a part of a needed serial
treatment of this fierce disease provoked
by a lack/loss of a syst. of principles (corruption)
and known as injustice (global injustice)
when there is nil or low
commitment from good people, evil grows
["kneel"]
["the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing"]