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Dark Poetry
The poetry here is defined by each and every reaction to every moment that seems to deeply cut. It is an attempt to regurgitate the waste product of biological physical manifested life here in the cold reality of my dark dungeons of hatred and retaliation. this is my attempt to fight my personal demons and simply work out some shit in hope for more revelations that will lead me into a healthier place. yeah, its my toilet, my sewer, and it needs to be cleaned out and processed occasionally, so I may grow a few gardens. Belly Up Oblivious we are naked and oblivious tell me how can you trust us when we blink our eyes to the obvious
I'm bleeding myself to death
My soul is gone again
well I'm taking the dirt that you gave
Breathing binges,
Suffocating
we are naked and oblivious
Never bleed yourself to death
My soul is gone again
am I bleeding myself to death? I'm wasting my breath...
I'm living in a cespool
so i thought I'd roll up my eyes Dear God the only change that soaks me is that which still chokes me and I've begun to suffocate in waters that still procreate
this recycling whirling of a pool
It still seems though Poiseidon
you arched your back for me to see
i was wondering if you still know how to heal Kantian Notion Second hand mock my pace locked inside this awesome space Locked in an hours embrace staring minutes in the face
i'm rushing into nowhere
too much of this philosophy
compensating for my bordem
Second hand mocks my pace
I'm rushing into nowhere
a science of reality
compensating for my bordem
Time loses all motion
second hand delivers my face
I'm born again to the second hand pace Fruit If only I could regergitate all of this apple that I ate For it slowly poisons me I'm descending in its gravity
Are you laughing on your throne
surely it has long since been forgotten
Babbling words they do not hear
surely it has long since been forgotten
Preachers are forcing your fable
this bread is molding and the apple is rotten Letter To Geborah rendered to this revelation send your seriphum there is no need for compromise we need a cosmic correction rendered to this revelation send your unfathomable fires Truth I closed my eyes this morning to see the universe So what eyes am I adoring We'll talk until two I'm tired too I closed my eyes wait for night So what do I see in light then wait for Moon to steal the skies Watching the shadows fly to see what we conversed only that we must be cursed watch the turning of the day to render to truth's toxicity I have no choice but to look at you PAGE 4 OF 9
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