The bridled city of taboos has bright lights and sleepless nights, blood stained murderers alley, the den of thieves, illegitimate conceived *******, mischief and *** gorge the air, strange prostitution and troubled gamblers, the city burns angry with bright red ambers, whiskey stained carpets and icy malt liquor stares, thick cigars conceive children of ash, deranged eyes of supernatural madness like burning glass, the prowler, the stalker, audible mumbling outlined in chalk, 44 magnums, psychedelic cannibals, our bodies paint the street, screaming mothers cry, your sons buried 6 feet deep, pills and hash, crack rocks stuffed in socks, od's and priests, og's and freshly bleeding meat, the jungle cries, unimaginable struggles of our conceptual being, ignore the vice, schizophrenic minds, atomic clowns, drinking wine off the devils horn, incredulous depictions of murdering Christ, our sacrilegious hell, welcome to our life

Today I am broken, today I have died, I've shattered under the crippling weight of consciousness, crushed under the pressure of insatiable living, love is the creator and the destroyer, I died trying to live, I lost trying to win, destruction of reality, a fever dream of dispair, ungodly depression, dared to fail, tormenting my soul, grief laughs as I suffer, the stare of perpetuating madness, the touch of seething insanity, Icey cold breathe of death on my neck, I am changed, I am lost, when will my resurrection come for I am gone, dreams buried in shallow graves, love gave me life, love took it away, love baptized me under the beacon of hope, nourished by the hands of gods, love gave me reason, love gave me the rope, the hangmans noose, I starve and rot in a sea of wasted existence, a cesspool of deception, demons tearing my flesh, my bleeding heart, my crying eyes, lost in pain, the dead shall never rise

All existence divided by absolute nothingness, the walls of perception pulverized by the hammers of interpretation, the creators of everything exist in ourselves, what do our eyes grasp when we stare at the bold truth? do we actually look or do we pretend to see? taught how to fail since the day we were born, a number and a name, property owned by nothing, our world is created with the lust of savage kings, never understanding why but always searching for an answer, learn to run before we can crawl, learn to fight before we can love, pitted lies of false alienation, the sausage maker of educated nothing, lustful ignorance crattles the ego, self righteously all knowing beings, we all exist but are we truly here? are we living? or are we just pretending to see?

Disconfronted madmen tasted the fruit off the devils tree, insatiable love ruined by temptation, mocking death, grieving bewildered beasts of decay dance in my head, we all die in a meaningless wasteland of discontent, disconnected rotten souls banish our existence, gods laughing in the moonlight as we whither away gasping to death, choking on red air, we are lost forever, we are gone

Love is is the epitome of pataphysical self deception,
disdained and rotting from the inside out,
strained crys from the shepherds dying son,
lost souls of chronological madness laugh in the guise of strange fruit,
bearing witness to the tearing flesh of mothers scorned,
sacrilegious harmony whimpering in the cold death,
returning to the land where the Pharaoh died,
eyes whipped shut,
eternally salvaged souls from self cannibalization,
the end of living, our suffocated light.