My feelings consume and devour every iota of my being
Oh wanton madness malingers in my thoughts skull crushingly
My headspace clouded like the sea of the frothiest milk
It hurts how white-hot tears race towards release from my rapture
My cranium slips towards combustion at any moment never-ending
Where do I find relief for what feels as if a curse's birthright
My soul begs for a ******, a coda, a finale, a demise
I want to lose myself to the conundrum of cyclical fear and wash away
My body will float ashore and rest with the company of coral and kelp
This will be the state of my self when the sky dawns another plague
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Your hopeless devotion for a pointless lie lost in flames
As the clouds tip towards grey and the moon hopelessly yearns
You will find what you call my shape
And I will not stay
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So **** me and end it here
Within your vacuous heart
Rosy perfume trails your familiar knife
Gore is the language of our love
Hatred our kisses, ****** our ***
Torture, our existence
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There will be nothing at our consummation
You will destroy us all and burn our ties
Bodies will coalesce together into a nightmare
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Swallow that rotting acid
Plaster your desire
Dream of what has been judged
Harm your shelter
My life.
I wrote this very early in the morning. I was not in a very good headspace and my thoughts began to spiral out of control. I know I haven't written in awhile but life has thrown nothing but curve ***** at me. I'm proud of myself nonetheless for finishing this piece after many hours. It's not the best, but I love it anyway.