Hate Ape
We lost our hairWe lost our tailWe invented the rulesWe created hell with growing brainsWe lost our mindssanity devolvingWe just can’t find
The meat speaks
Suffer the Motes
How do you become one with a universe indifferent to sufferingRisen above it allWith blood-stained feet walking on a carpet of eviscerated
Root rot
There is a group with an irrational need to win. I say irrational. They wouldn’t think so. Then there are the mass
Strongly Worded Letter to a Bullet
It makes no senseThis empty confidenceThrow words at all of this atrocity It’s as effectiveFrom addicted collectiveWith thoughts and prayers from theocracy
Who are you?
So much of you isn’t There are pounds of microorganisms living symbiotically inside and on the surface of what you consider you.
Bringing it back
One soundone smellThe memory dug up, and I’m back in hell. Perfumeold cigarettesNights lost to confusion and hers to regrets. One touchOne
Look, Don’t Look
Standing in front of the mirrorThat surreal feeling after a bender through sleep deprivation fed by mania and exhaustion. The blurring of
Twitching On A Hook
Audio I see you made it outDown the tunnel Over lipsClawed into realityDestroyed pelvis and the hips Emerge screaming terrorIn the starting
Liquid Birth
Audio TappingOn the membraneIs that a peek… is it lightIt is so dark swimming here PressurePushing to the pullTappingI don’t want to
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