where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
Secluded signs masked in a battery of hate and shit, misshapen scars beneath the flesh that wraps around my tired bones, liberal explanations given for a lie that was far from perfect, satisfaction be damned in this insignificant proclamation of whimsical variations, signs shorn in the flesh with blades of steel, forgive the turbulent journey, …
Within the withered thing I call myself, I am a lost shadow of nothingness, broken in the forever of a loneliness created by self, as the river of dreams lost drowns me beneath the hate of my own insecurities, scream upon deaf ears, cry with eyes filled with empty tears, hate within the hate of …
Subliminal messages burrowing in my brain, circulating around and around like wasps at a child’s birthday party, violent upheavals discrimination nothing selfishly subtracted from the sins of a dying breath, scream subsequently at the darkness as it slithers it’s horrible hand into your nether regions, suffering times the departure of my existence, resend, rewind, request …
Continue reading "Wickedly Abusing Substance Of Malnourished Apathy – Wrapped In Words"
Stuck like a fly within the spider's web, discolouration between the purples and reds, dissecting the words that were said, hating the images that dance in my head, violations of my imagination, an impurity inbreed, seclusion, delusions, words unsaid, a dance, a movement, simplicity of the undead, let the shadows rise as the daylight falls, …
Fight! Fight! Fight! Tear the flesh away as you reveal the hidden thing beneath the skin, a monster who’s here only for me, awash in the blood of a wasted life, can’t you see, this is me, standing before you with arms open wide, free from decades of malfunctioning binds, projecting my image across the …
Continue reading "Separation Of A Classification Lost Within Stifled Mourning – Wrapped In Words"
Stereo sound roaring in my ears, discomfort disconnects the feeling that transcends fear is with what was, pittance for a morsel of insanity bathed in the winds of resentment, pacify the unbelievers with words suffocating the downtrodden, can’t you hear my cries? I’m being eaten alive by my own self loathing, hesitate me, fucking hate me, …
Kill the father of the beast, poison the child and watch it scatter, find the bitch that carried it for an eternity before it was time to birth it into this fucked up world and bleed her dry, capture the sinner, prepare them for death, suck the marrow from their bones for dinner, twisting and turning …
Continue reading "The Twisted Verse That Makes No Sense Of Time Personified – Wrapped In Words"
Watch the waves wash away the twinkle in my eyes, a sadness malformed within the complexities of an imaginary insanity lost beneath the madness of forthright convictions, salivate the sadness of tomorrow, signify what mistakes will be when they are yet to be that, break the mood that would be filled with a sack full …
Continue reading "Naked Flames Against The Flesh Of A Sin Laid Bare – Wrapped In Words"
With no intention the segregation is designated, victimised insanity lost in the innocence of forever, yesterday’s insignificant mistakes twist into today’s grievances, topple the kingdom built upon the suffering, entice the eccentric landlord of thy own demise with candy and chocolate covered shit, replicate and reciprocate a lie, fornicate with those who are not yours, …
Keep the curve well oiled as the wall falls before us, decide how it ends and let the darkness swallow those unwilling to meet their own suffering, then dwell in the suffocating of those who truly ingest inside themselves with a glee trodden ignorance of the inner brilliance of insignificance, decoration to those who see …
Continue reading "Removing My Intestines With A Blunt Knife – Wrapped In Words"
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