A Provision Lost Without Rhythm – Castration Within The Rabbit Hole

Fist clenched drenched in vomit,

Handed down the path less void,

Boils squeezes to pus filled ends,

Rashes spread from foot to head,

Vile fiends given fleshy life,

Dreams of nightmares taking flight,

Wasted lives,

Shattered thighs,

Bloody stools pushed through arseholes clenched,

We think we’re immortal,

We think we’re gods,

Life comes for us all,

Death sits upon its throne,



Knowing it’s fill will never be satisfied,

A star,

A sun,

Forever and none,

We are but moments,

We are but few,

Significantly insignificant,

Enough but not…

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