#depravity
She killed his bees
and absolutely ruined
the ninth symphony
He descends
attempting to **** his rage with a drink
a drink laced with 麻薬 (mayaku)
The menu is all over
pornographic walls
except for the television covered wall
screening the life of someone
once in peril
He calls tonight Joyride
over phantom roads
in search of honey
from a queen bee
He'll sting her once for fun
then again and again
until he gets the job done
"That day of wrath, that day
that day of wrath, that day
the trumpets wonderous calls
sounding abroad
he descends into Hell
That day of wrath
that day of wrath"
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 3:38 PM UTC
Pining and meritorious
Prayers with a motion, patience's tooth
Rhyming and mysterious
We play, weal to accompany life, to youth:
Races, have a secret gift
You should know, like a stone of courage
Your truth, your commonness, to sift
Waits on me, like ourselves, we're hates rage
Hate eats love
Burden secluded, lips of a not's dragon
Where and heed, the spill of a covenant
Is my only light, to deserve loves torment, loves notion
Love eats hate
Under speeds ********* nose...
Ready to feat alienation, for a sate
Are you rational enough, to deliver a poise?
Question, from an unseen prophet?
Eyes of color, haps of beauty interim
With sense in a curious corner, is haves limit
To touch me, is to instill creation, with gives whim?
Candor from an idealistic land:
So fallen, so cause curious
Curses of destiny, know filth by hand
Lent futures for pride and severity, does this make us age for the furious?
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 12:31 PM UTC
ye have robbed of me plenty
numbness has dawned on me
and I am yet to be twenty
with a debt of a fee
i borne a hand so empty
is this a way for you to test me?
to be drunken with sobriety or perhaps depravity
and yet ye continue to rob of me.
plenty.
Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 6:35 AM UTC
Oil in a hap
Oil with a friend
Oil asks who is after
Oil mores a call of ends
Day of reclusion
In the street, before creation...
Nothing will; a wishes invitation?
Pretty avarice, adoring the common?
Oil breaks an intuition's, promise
Merely a choice, in circumstance
With a how, have we rage without vice?
Interviewing a chance...
Weal, is most a chauvinism?
Keep a care, key a crush
Of existence, is your eye-fall on a kiss?
Spare me the details, can we move with must?
Entertain me with worldly advances
Like introspection, worth has passed
Over to paradise, in a boat of romances
Named, "The Consideration's Past"
Rescue us...
In the order of haven't; heat and seasons
Here to stay; committing adultery is thus
A shared memory, we know for angelic reasons
Rescue does...
Destiny with a fine key, for privileged locks?
Come with a final wish, only because
Windows in love, sake the life of why we walk by...
Impressions of awe, of watched sincerity...
Meant and made, sent and shade
Pride is such a world, for the pardon of irony
That has the time; close the door when they fade...
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 2:59 PM UTC
I’m sorry
if I’m a little lost
when the mind is free
the body follows at a cost
till you’re broke and can’t pay
the soul is stolen away
leaving the shell of a ghost
Forgive me
if I’m a little used
when you’re careless
you casually bruise
till you’ve bled no more
have no life to pour
the spirits withered
and abused
My apology
for being a mess
when what’s of value
becomes little to confess
when what you hold
is worth all the gold
and you give it up
for lentils or less
Jul 2, 2022
Jul 2, 2022 at 8:07 AM UTC
As true as the Trinity
And Christ's divinity,
And as heavy as gravity,
My total depravity
Is undeniable.
But God created me justifiable,—
_Me_, who's more of a Don Knotts
Than an Isaac Watts.
Jun 9, 2022
Jun 9, 2022 at 11:44 PM UTC
Though no stick
In the forest
Is perfectly
Straight
But are
Broken
And bent
And deteriorate
A Man
Comes around
Who loves
To create
And He takes
The crooked
And draws
Something straight
.
Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 10:28 AM UTC
I'm wide awake and I just--
don't want to be.
Laying aside a mount of realizations
surreal under the night sky
I don't know what to believe
I really don't and--
if I don't think this way
then what's there to even
think?
What will they think of me and
who will I become if I don't think
what I do.
What then will be my problem and
what will I need to doubt?
It's insane--
and I'm going insane
knowing it'll all go in vain.
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 10:53 PM UTC
i don't even remember the last time i thought of loving you purely
i don't even remember the last time i wanted to be in a room with you but surely
its not going to be the last time where i don't want to be near you
nor is it ever the last time i wanted to peak at you at a full view
you make me sick to my stomach, my very essence and my bones
nor the last time i want to not listen to your excessive yapping, put on my headphones
you question why i don't ever want to go and be at your home
but i don't ever want to make a church filled with lies, the best of them forms a dome
but why would i go home when i don't even feel like i have one
because every time we see each other all my instincts tell me to run
because i don't feel like i can be myself when you stay around
what the point in living my life if i'l just be forced to be your clown
oh sure you think you are superior because the almighty gave you the right
but that's not the truth because victors always makes a point to out write
to exaggerate their superiority because they won one fight
society makes hierarchies so overrated, it just gets so boring
your blatant anger just makes me laugh, cause you just keep on roaring
about how i bring nothing worth of note, honestly that just has me snoring
but who between us has degraded me, beaten me and that name
spare me your philosophies, you don't the things those things you claim
you consider me a hypocrite but aren't you just the same
honestly it is just such too much, a **** honest shame
at least i admit to myself when i am wrong, accepted that i have ill fame
but i at least have the audacity to have a head full of shame
i wonder how the hell are we connected to each other in this life
did i do something so terrible back then that i have to live with this strife?
you ignore my struggles, you would tell me that your life was hard
but to compare my hardships to your, its as if you claim to disregard
that we don't live the same life, i didn't have what you had that time
you never get tired of telling me that, you just have to win arguments everytime
this is why i don't like coming home, everything feels perverse
you raise your voice at any time, each and every sound released as a curse
if it wasn't for the things we share together, there would be nothing to coerce
me to come and see you and try to avoid conflict, change every verse
of everything i say and feel when i'm around you, i rehearse
because i don't want to let me have a headache or make everything worse
i still remember the crushing pain of every touch, every word and every mark
all because i moved or acted and spoke in a way that seemed like a bark
but is it wrong for me to want to defend myself, let alone say a remark
all i ever wanted was for you to understand my side of the story
but all you see is the threats i pose for speaking out like its defamatory
but apparently you don't care because sole control to you is mandatory
i keep looking at the days when i knew i loved you beyond reason
but all you know is to put me down like some common prisoner in trial for treason
i just wanna escape your depravity, i want to change the seasons
because i already know myself that i already have too many reasons
time is always ticking in an hourglass, i have no more time for games and for silly treasons
i'm so tired of this ride we are in, we only keep spinning round and round
i just wanna leave this all behind, stop my tears from falling and my lips from making a sound
you and i both know that this is the way it ends, both of us will go down
its already on fire and we watch us burn, this silly game will become our burial mound
i'm letting go i'm going away, i don't care if you stay behind and drown
burn in the fires you have made yourself, suffer by yourself in your little playground
i don't want to keep living life as if its just spinning continously in a blur
the life i want is the life where i can live freely, where i can be what i prefer
where my choices are the ones blooming, choices that i concur
so i'll stop watching you tear yourself into pieces, i'll walk away
i'll forget all traces of you, clear the space you occupy without delay
i'll start living my life remembering this beautiful epiphany starting today
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 2:02 PM UTC
Idiot woman has no kids of her own
Idiot woman has no kids of her own
Idiot woman has no kids of her own
She’s come to town to take yours instead
Lock them up in their rooms and don’t let them go
Lock them up in their rooms and don’t let them go
Lock them up in their rooms and don’t let them go
They better die of hunger than her deadly arms
Touch them if you like for their own sake
Touch them if you like for their own sake
Touch them if you like for their own sake
She won’t take those who ain’t clean as snow
You should forbid them to cry or complain
You should forbid them to cry or complain
You should forbid them to cry or complain
She likes the ones with tears in their eyes
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 4:29 PM UTC
You saved me,
when I've fallen
to depravity.
You gave me
hope,
when I was
trapped with
iniquity.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 8:21 AM UTC
*My depraved soul's unearthed
By the Holy Ghost's breath
And given new birth
Out of spiritual death
This wretch is turned 'round
Fit with eyes to believe
A lost sheep is found
And her Shepherd received
My blots are each edited
Out in Christ's fount
His righteousness credited
To my bankrupt account
A prisoner's been pardoned
No debt left to pay
A heart which was hardened
Becomes pliable clay
My life's set apart
Now from worldly regression
Picked out from the start
Made for Christ's own possession
I'm purchased with blood
Shed on Golgotha's tree
A slave bought by God
And fully set free
My sins were all laid
On the head of a Scapegoat
Who carried their weight
To a desert remote
Once an object of wrath
And deserving hell's fire
But Jesus took my bath—
Conflagration of God's ire
So an enemy no more
I'm brought into God's fold
Carried through His door
And out of night's cold
He calls me His child
His heir and His bride
Though once an orphan wild
Now seated at Christ's side
And soon He'll return
When salvation's complete
When no longer I'll yearn
For His own face I'll meet!*
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 4:07 PM UTC
#
1.
*The wave of morality ends where the
sands of conscience begin
The weight of thy pleasures ebb within
Thou left for a jubilant spring vacation
I ventured for a new sensation
Deep in those doleful dens
I a pig, wallowed in a sty of sins
Each pleasure a fledgling albatross
Each chance a tiger to satiate
Each night a new place dossed
down depravity
A new threshold crossed
strong winds to the frozen lake of
treachery
Now my skull has been hollowed out
by fatten maggots of the conscience*
2.
A cynic once said
"One goes to bed early because they have so little to think about"
*I haven't slept
the echos have kept
my eyes have wept
Now I wade in that low tide with boots of iron
How far do I walk
One more step to feel relief
How far do I sink*
A bloated corpse decorating coral reef
#
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 10:46 AM UTC
Intellectual stimulation from a twisted mind
Bringing life to the insanity I tried to hide
Cracking whips to break the chains, feeling death drip from my veins
Pouring poison down the drain from infections inside
Chasing rumors through the sewers, lost in tunnels of depravity; God's the only viewer but this show's not quite reality
Gravity scraped knuckles with me all the way down
A brute stuck in a boot loop asking me to drown
These restarts after crashes turned my synapses to ashes
Now I can't feel the rats in my cyber cerebral casket
Dead in the head and strapped into my bed
I dug at my wrists until I saw red
The doctors applauded at everything the gauze did
It still couldnt stop it so on it bled
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 9:46 PM UTC
I am the soiled dove
Often used never loved
beginning from a tender age
I'd nothing else by which to gage
the aim and purpose of all the flatter
Love I thought was the heart of the matter
convinced myself heaven above
forgave this emotional love
let him control my life
thought I would be his wife
At a hundred parties, we'd attend
He loaned me out to all his friends
He told me this was proof that I loved him
Finally, I realized this life so grim
I used my body to gain love
it came like a bolt from above
I was just an object
treated with gross disrespect
fuck'm and the horse he rode in on
I'm taking back my pudendum
self-respect and declaring me myself
putting your love and bull **** on a shelf
I'll **** you if you ever touch me again
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 10:15 PM UTC
Take away the pain
Take away the strain
Just what would remain
I am held together with the struggle
I am held together because of all I juggle
I am nothing but agony
I am nothing but depravity
I am nothing but blasphemy
Question's on my mind weigh
If you could take that away
Do it right here today
Would I cease to exist
Would I still be here in the midst
Would I be missed
For I am nothing but self loathing, agony, and pain
If it could magically be taken away, would anything remain
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC
You want to know what I love about you?
I love your beaming smile
And the way it makes
Your hazel eyes squint
And the way you kiss me like
I just got off a battleship
I love your soft cheeks
And pouty lips
I love your messy hair in my face
When your delicate head
Lays upon my chest
And the feeling of your soft skin
Pressed against mine
Your naive laughter
Bounces moonbeams through my chest
And makes your dark eyes shine
I love the way your body fits
So perfectly in my arms
Right next to mine
Like we were molded together
Long ago
Two lost pieces
That aligned in time
Like when Orion meets
Artemis in the winter sky
Far away from tear filled nights
Gasping last words
Into a phone speaker
As she says it didn't mean a thing
Like a pretty old box
Holding an abonded engagement ring
Last chance
Car crash and last breath
But every moment leading to the next
And you fall into my life like a comet
You ask what I love about you?
I'll tell you someday
To tell you now
Is like printing the words of Shakespeare
On soft cover page
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 4:52 AM UTC
*Teddy bear, soft, warm
Milky, curly hair— pawing
Bear in lambs clothing*
Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 3:22 PM UTC
My body, holds steadfast to strong winds. It bares the marks of eighteen years. Between good, the bad, myself. I contradict my own existence with the lack of will. That my own deterioration of self is stitched together by the shaking hands of a man who doesn't know what to do next. As the pieces slowly fall. "It's fine," I say. "It's fine," that after every moment I lose a little more of myself. "At least I haven't gone this far yet." pointing deeper into the well, to be honest, who am I to judge the depth in the well of depravity when I wash my face in its waters. I have no time for eating, sleeping, I only drink from the well. In the end. it's all I need and all I want.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 8:05 PM UTC
Kneeling down
Speaking to God
His black eyes scream forgiveness
The sound gives me goosebumps
You see
I've done things most would consider a bit unusual
But I've always deserved it
A razorblade horizontally drug across my lips reminded me to never talk back
Embedding shards of glass in my legs one by one reminded me to never run away from my problems
After everyone died there were questions I could never say the real answer to
You were there to hear the truth, always were
Beside me, behind me, beneath me
You never loved me enough to be inside, but it was ok because your mystique kept me inebriated
The questions never stopped the rooms got smaller and I had to run
I had to leave. You came with me
I hated myself for not staying. And when the pieces of glass weren't enough, I understood I deserved a worse punishment, I lit a cigarette and started my trusty chainsaw
And after I was finished even you shrunk away from me, my flat friend made of blackness where did you go?
Now all I have is God.
He listens okay, but he's not like you. With my decimated body leaning against my bed, I look into his two deep dark hollow eyes, I bring his eyes closer, into my mouth, and finally he talks back. He says bang
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC
Knife as a brush, skin as the easel. With every stroke emotions run red. All she can do is hate. In fact, she hates everything about her life.
She hates it all now. She couldn't be more confused. No one understands how she feels. No one cares. They only claim to so they don't feel bad about themselves. They don't want to be around her. They don't love her for being who she is. They try to change her. They try to save her. But she doesn't need saving. She needs someone to accept her as she is, and just love her. But she doesn't need some pointless infatuation, no. She needs true love. She wants it all to go away, but with no real reason. There must be more to this life than what she sees. There must be an existence somewhere where she won't feel so alone. She's so beautiful, but she just can't see it. No matter what people say, she can't believe them. She always helps others and tells them they are important, but is unable to see that she, herself, is so precious. She can never allow herself to be loved because she thinks she's unlovable. Or maybe it's that she thinks she's not worth loving. She's so beautiful, yet so ravaged. Ravaged by her own thoughts and how other people see her. People can be so cruel, but sometimes, she is the cruelest. The depravity of humankind is something one can only truly understand once they crawl inside their own skin and make a home there. Once they get to that place, there is nowhere to go but up.
Run. Just run. Run as fast as you can towards what your heart says. No, you can't escape, but as you run from yourself, you run towards hope. And that hope will help protect you from yourself. As you run from yourself, you live your life. When you find your true self once again is when you die. You are born as you, and through life you get away from that. And then, before you die, you connect with yourself again. But what is death? Is it a dream, is it a trance? It's something morbidly beautiful because we don't understand it. Fear of death is cliché. To embrace death is uncommon and so much more fun. This is because when you embrace death, you truly learn to live. Death is the unknown thing that allows us to realize we actually lived. This is a good thing, which means death is good. Death comes for us all, and not knowing when he is coming makes his arrival so much more special. Meeting death on one's own terms seems somewhat impolite. Death comes as a gentleman to escort you. Running to meet him is only going to damage your dress and shoes.
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC
We made love as strangers—
Do when they eye each other
Separately intimate in a rush,
Our bed was a rack we made
Tortuous and flesh— revealed
As it gave into itself, the moon
Conspired in our dominations,
As we suffocated in the breaths,
Way down sips, of earthy heavens.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC