Category: Whispered Words

Fractured fascination, let me in, decaying flesh that still wants to live, blood poisoned by the venom of selfishness, regret a word not understood, pretending, practicing, share the life of a lie, unstable in its birth, a car crash in reverse, death before dying, won’t you play my victim, and let me take you in, to my perfect sin…

Catatonic whispers said on the bed of death, how the pretty kids lie on their feet, symptoms of a withering hand, upheld not without, a fornicated system, a mirror showing the true face of your insanity,  a mirror that’s more like a window, an opening, a hole, somewhere to venture,  a perfect place…

The dancing rabbits listen, as the tree of fate lies unforgiven, a disgusting is made, a message sent through a plague, disease and famine, death replaces birth, segmented sections, an ending, a succumbing, ritualistic happenstance, fleeting stares, grizzled words, a handful of hair, blood, dirt, and all things sweet, a favoured journey, a world deceased…

Motionless within the motion, meaningless sex, below the wanting of the need, a wall built to climb, a ride never to be ridden, feelings rotten, a scar from ear to ear, as the lie of an incomplete picture is told through blind eyes, cum on the face of your shame, wipe it across, and spread your sin….  

Suffrage on the way down, beast in abundance, and you don’t have that crown, you sat upon your head, a kingdom self-built, a kingdom wasted on the dead, in the wave of decay, you were a putrid mess, falling before your own eyes, a wish in a lie, a dream beneath closed eyes, suffer on your way down, for where you’re going, you won’t have your self-created crown…

Aggressive, passive, like an explosion waiting to ruin itself, like a lie segmented into a shell of misconceptions anew, repeat a choice, build the serpents tail, fracture its spine, meditate my need, festering disease, feed, rescind and receive, as the self-apocalypse has no apology, as I, do not complete me…

Highness of the hill state, its depths deceived by its purpose, but what purpose is yours, when there are no words left to say, powerful, permanent, words quelled and cued, pacified for the children who don’t know what the blade represents, for the mixture of the drink is not up to standards, and the drugs …

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Weather born visage, accumulation of the stars themselves, without the darkness, within the wind, plagued by suffocation of the ones of self, wishful intentions, wrapped in a fist, fornicated lies, twisted with political correctness that disallowed my sympathy to be passed on correctly, so flow, go, and grow into you, for you cannot be me…

Waxing the lyrics of another sin, the words of a madman, a protrusion of something below, breaking out of the innards, escaping from that which is not known, powerful visions lost in a wave of gizzards and guts, aforementioned sadness,  and the profanity to call up the hunters,  a road towards the sun, for a trademarked roller coaster, and an ending in the …

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