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Jaymisun Kearney Oct 2013
With my eyes shut relaxed
Radicolous teeth reach from the unconscious crevasse
Gnawing commences slowly, the sound saporine
The taste of its meal much too weak
Is this how I taste?

Of the abyss you see,
Nothing enters anymore and nothing ever leaves
Reception long gone and only recept remains
Would you watch the gaps in the brain,
Or would you drop down?

What's worse is the waking life abstracted even in want
(Would you want?)
Falling apart forever down climbing vines covered in barbs
(Would you, would you?)
Exsanguinate when caught

I'd lend you lungs and saliva
But we can't breathe in here
We can't share in here
So imprecate with me
Plunging
On

Eyes in the stark dark stare from Hell so hot you have no chance with the safety top
Before the plastic melts
Never recalesce
Jaymisun Kearney Nov 2013
Fragile like soft rotted wood
Recept still not understood
Almost a quarter of a hundred on
More setting fires more feral and blind than ever, I'm endlessly taking the endless life
Ever vibrating through me
Some say it's cynicism build-up pressuring away young naive eyes, I maybe take the knife
Because I dream pain relief
Remembering what's good that's come before

Epsom salts for weary ghosts
Allow me to play the host
Kneading energy into carrion
Believing the love I have to spend is best spent on what is gone that I can't quantify
Umbra inside reaping me
To ends my means can no longer afford all day long living under night, I maybe hate the light
Comfort to others while weak
Offering peace till the slamming of doors and I slammed my door

Maybe I'm hopeless, Maybe I've locked it out
Every ounce of me preaching so devout
All of these lies sung from my poison mouth?
Garnishing with flourished words
All moments of nurtured hurt
I'm taming darkness to commiserate with peers about the loss of gain I could commemorate

No longer I'll tame what no longer remains
What ever the pain rusts I've divined I'll
Trust the lifting energy like it's evolving me into my god

For now
Ko da moras nesto da das za uzvrat

Ne moras

Al, bilo bi lepo :)

Za pocetak recept za tu tvoju fantasticnu tortu,
pa onda neku dobru knjigu,
pa neki film
(ovo cisto onako spominjem, moj broj je 42)

a onda polako svojim tempom sve ostale perverzije

pa ako tvoja iskrenost nadje neki put da se prikaze ja cu biti srecna da saznam kako ja mogu da se nosim sa njom.


mh

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