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brake light shards scattered in the brush
dead seeds, a monument to nothing
sun-faded headshots, so easy to forget
the aftermath of skidmarks veering to the left
a dormant intention chained to the bottom of a sunken spaceship
drifts endlessly out of reach
as a silent informant gasps for air
ancestral visions sinking out of frame
“where do they go?” and “is it all the same?”
this callous world beats upon my threadbare heart
should i cut the strings or patch it up?
all’s well that ends well, but what if ending never comes?
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you could shoot yourself in the chest for every time you’ve followed through and still only have half a heart
toothless
impotent
unavailing
inadequate
cowardly and vain
you said nosebleeds aren’t so fucking scary
i’d probably get under your skin if you still had any
left
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obsidian eyes lay stoic against construction paper skies
does nothing move you yet?
iris shuttered, filled with pain
by cruel vivisection, these stigmata constellate
fragile ego splinters and cracks
under the weight
the weight of weightlessness
you couldn’t bear to wait for
to scatter as doves on high
formlessness forming suspended minefields
effervescent and childlike
float inwards towards vacuity
angels sing of gracious release
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wretched stalwart, turn a blind eye
this all comes to pass
the canary croaked long before the mine
good company’s just so hard to find
memories doused in atrophy
spark lit apathy, i guess
dystopic ardor lends a hand
the end of this is the end of man
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the day of black sun
01:50
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straw didn’t break the camel’s back
just a boot on it’s neck and a billion whip cracks
automatons march thousand yard stairwells
eyes cast from deliverance
die cast consciousness fades away
intoxicating machinations catalyze unsolicited geneses
resulting in resounding tumult, at first light
like cattle lies ripe for slaughter
vile homunculi guide the scalpel through
seas of aught sectioned by mourning rites
lest sunlight cauterize waxen skin and brimming foam digest newborn pinions
icarus, fly by night
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hoist your head up high
to soak up all this poison
it’s never a surprise
how you’re always poised to
revel in demise
it looks so good on you... though
in falling stars lie greatest venom
you can wish for death
it’s safer than what finds you next
the worst kind of weapon is the one that bleeds
and you bear that fucker inbetween your teeth
bite down, spare us the trouble
bloodstains line your vintage apparel
down asking price, what a shame
but breath new life in social ekg
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i find beauty in the darkest things
so this ugly love might move me
you can’t drown with a hole in your chest
until i share a laugh with keiko,
pitter patter goes my dripping heart
xo on the dotted line
latticed bodies breed creeping vines
to smother grotesque brick
with midnight affidavits and a promise to never leave it
bloody writs and broken wrists for all the time spent penning this
i find beauty in the darkest things
so this ugly love might move me
you can’t drown with a hole in your chest
until i share a laugh with keiko,
pitter patter goes my dripping heart
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meet me in this godless confessional and fill me with the latest inhumanity
how an emotional amputee takes a leap of faith in a fucking trebuchet
happiness is the event horizon
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everyday at 13:12
00:59
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carceral intent is all that you protect
compassion is the brick that missed your precious little head
i hear the healthcare is to die for though
so lay down, take a bite
curbside dentistry is top of the line
they tell you, “suicide is never the answer”
as if every pig wouldn’t look better with
a gaping hole in the back of the head and a newly widowed in my bed
pulling teeth has never been so chic
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thank you for the venmo
01:03
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“labor is entitled to all it creates,”
so with labored breath i might draw the curtains and give you all a real show-stopper
jobs like these end in heart failure
and not for lack of trying
bite the hand that feeds
bite it hard
these are reparations in flesh
pierce: you kill chief, now you meat, you killed chief, then you’re meat
looks like you’re back on the menu
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halt your advances, brave conscripts, for danger lies dead ahead
these castle walls can’t take much more
this bloodshed could fill ten abbatoirs
three hail mary’s on a shell casing rosary just to rest my weary head
and let me tell you something,
we are cut from the same cloth and that cloth just so happens to be
on fire
excuse me, i’ve been rude, i’ve lost some manners along the way
but i shan’t keep you a second longer
welcome to your new home
though a picture’s worth a thousand words
i’d never need that many to spell this out
these photographs are epitaphs of a love of life so grim and black
ember tongues the curtain with a final grand jeté
comes coda of a heart and soul so atrophied at last
ash will decorate your lungs.
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