Sip from the cup that made the cinder dance upon the skyline of tomorrows unending touch, for within the glory of what can be is the desperation of what we need, searching for that impossible something we cannot have or see, yet always yearning for its completeness even when we don't understand what it is, …
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Thrusting vertical compressions against a stone slab made of forgotten sources, veracious sicknesses wanted for your skeptical monsoon, a blistering storm of nothingness taken from within your bitterness, while I gave you something worthy to say, I took away everything else you ever needed, I submerged everything you ever were in a foothill of mud, …
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Fissures crack open in the shell that once was solid, broken visions, scares upon scares, who was I to be this man, who am I to see this pain, a vision of denial, a separation of church and state, forgiveness and damnation, forgetfulness when I release I am late, no time, flights of fancies, restoration …
Symbiosis of pain, hand in hand it came, like a machine of man-made design, it thrusts, it purges all I am inside, disease, decay, seas of rotting flesh, as I fall apart, cleanse me, let me be free, let me rid myself of this, let me....
Beats they part, plays the role destined to be, forgery of the plastic spoons, emancipation of the self, designed to be not like this, when eyes are not my own, and the bloods spills from wounds open like breathing holes, we are worry, you see things wrong, insect like workers, mixed signals beneath a metal …
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Three days ago I went under the knife to have a double hernia repaired. It has been slow uncomfortable healing, the perpetuate curse of being trapped in your own skin as it tries to heal, and you try to live at the same time is a boundless struggle of insanity One can only hope that …
Considering the focus of denial, we stepped forward, blood running down our faces, chemicals burning our flesh, we were becoming, we were ascending, destiny was within our grasp, like a golden ring, promised from the gods, then the darkness soaked in to the everything around us, but in the end it wasn’t the darkness that …
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As we face our completeness we will see our true form, an image constructed from bizarre pieces of folding materials shoved into a package we call ourselves, but is it the face we show all those around us, is it the image we let everyone else perceive us to be, or is it a shadowed …
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Plastic strips across my face, stuck down with surgical tape, hiding the damage that was done, hiding the marks made with blades of ice, superficial things painted in white, my life, my soul, my everything dies tonight, a dusty room, a stained floor, a veil of darkness, a sordid lie, we step on stones, we …
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Pain, it is not a virtue but a symptom on the rhythm, an afterthought of the knife's blade, all the drugs, all the hate filled spite, all the requests for release, all the promises of relief, fail to come...
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