1. |
After the Fact
08:23
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I’m feeling sick.
Your voice is in my throat
I can smell your taint
on my body and in my clothes.
know this rapture claimed
All those that you’ve left exposed
And there’s nothing left to give
except those holy notes
So cut it out from inside your mind.
Leave those thoughts upon the floor
Each letter, word, and sentence that you’ll share
Can’t be heard over the roar.
Lilted and brown,
like roses after the fact
Sweet smelling with
sneering lips, split and cracked
Keystrokes pumping out
answers plain as day
Pixels shredding hope
that’s been left stripped away.
Spread your written word,
You soapbox coward
Every character
Stalked and registered
Graze on with the flock
See who gives a fuck
Digital imprints
Sold in bargain bins
Fall in line.
Stay in line.
Tracked in time.
All online.
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Sparks Between Teeth
07:11
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Red and constantly rising
Flames spark between clenched teeth
Smoke that churns from a pariah
Torching sensibilities
Pissing. it. all.
Into. the. dirt.
Bleeding it out
Feeling the hurt
Tortured souls are the first ones to hit the ground.
Grip!
As I dangle from the
Edge of the world,
a casualty of
Hate!
Like a black tar seeping
through my veins
A saving grace
Blind dogs
Foam from their teeth.
While you tremble ‘round.
Splayed and stretched ‘til you’re breaking.
hounds gnash your flesh when weak.
Extinguishing the spark
That once burned between your teeth.
Bottled it all
Drawn straight from the dirt
Keeping it in
Churning the hurt
Absorbing the pain
Feeling it win.
When does it stop?
How did it begin?
The only point to these dogs is to chew the fat.
Fall!
Fall from the edge,
Of the world.
A fresh expense of
Pain!
Let nature swallow you alive.
And rot inside.
I can’t be this
Stifled witness
Don’t let the pack
Consume you whole.
The hounds.
They feast on flesh.
Control your breath.
Control your head.
Be more than flesh.
Flesh.
Be more than.
Flesh.
Be more than flesh
Rabid, they come
Engorged, they go
Let them feed on the weak
They have no place here
Sparks
Sparks
Sparks
will keep them at bay
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4. |
Emperor of Maladies
06:42
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Hello child,
Your face looks so
hollow now.
How can you
rest inside such a shell?
There’s a vacant
aura ‘round your
soul. A black
source inside
brittle bones hold your hull.
Cracking,
Breaking,
Penetrating.
Sin of skin,
burdon decays,
living mound unto the fray.
Grotesque
Molding
Formed around you
Face is there
But eyes are gone
Windows shut
Before the dawn
I am,
The death of man.
I am your loss.
I am the grind
Of flesh to rot.
There is,
No turning back.
It’s etched in stone
I count the time
As this life erodes
I will
Take you
Into the earth.
You can close
Your burdened eyes
“Take my pain”
You finally cry.
Radiant Waves
Flushed before you
Pouring from
The salted skin
All that ends
Must now begin
Cracking
Breaking
Penetrating
Rippled out
In agony
Any less Is blasphemy
No more
Sharing
Humbled body
Focus now
And rid yourself
Of parasites
That cling to cells
I am,
The death of man.
I am your loss.
I am the grind
Of flesh to rot.
There is,
No turning back.
It’s etched in stone
I count the time
As your life erodes
Fall
Fall to your knees
Ignore the sighs
And let them bleed
Parasites
Parasites
Though
Your flesh was weak
You’ll never die
You’ll stay with me
Parasites
Parasites
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