(2014)
I deserve to be alive But I deserve to be alone, I trim the hair of God As if it were my own. It is not.
(The whole point to why he did it, Was not that he gave a fuck— But rather, To explicate the fuck in which he… He said….
Potential is the moulted skin of a snake in jest— laced with the plastic tatters
It’s a wild tourist attraction for the stoic opulent mess, Atrocity in its burning glory, joyous and omnipresent, The fire singeing my wry reaction,
Someday the Earth will open with… To eat its own and save itself fro… This murk we shape from life is va… We bow our heads to the shame we e… You see—you know—and yet you drive…
They say that time heals all wounds and I will be fine, But they don’t know I’ll bleed to death—
(a place not here nor in dreams) the devil rips up clouds like god rips up souls like people here on earth rip through telephone poles.
There is a lot more or less to this than you think. Lure into legend
As long as You don’t know What you did, You’ll get away.
Basking in smut Like a shot to the head, Fingernails clean, doused in red Rather you’d wage your war instead Till every last one of your soldie…
I have a canker sore from some dirty whore that I kissed before so long ago when I used to be pure.
Holy white and gutter green, Wicked trance ablaze unseen, The will of the dire in sad routin… Blasted black infernal machine. Nothing is there
My father had a motorcycle. It was a Triumph. Once in a while he would put me on the back and take me for rides.
Pitch-black flashback Immaculate hallucination. As I wring the sweat from my memo… Into this laceration. The only love I’ve ever had,
The moon corrals the trees and tid… The night begins to set so deep in… The wind picks up its leaves to cl… They all call out to me ‘in us con… The weather never spins a taller t…
