the calm before the storm.
it wells up inside me
i’m on the edge
and its beautiful
i periodically will myself towards this insanity,..
it seems to be my only escape.
i don’t want to dwell another second,..
recalling how fucked up all of this is.
in constant warfare
of being human
we are conditioned to hold onto our sanity.
indoctrinated, to be sane productive
inductees..
rape.
raped…
and savaged,.. butchers blade
blood splatters the bleached walls
i can still hear the screams
echoing in my brain…
she never stopped screaming
blood loss has made her weak
destitute and unaware
lungs filling with fluid
pissing blood
violent execution
torn apart with surgical stainless persition
one final redemption
puss, snot, tears, and cum
burning infection
thrashing nightmares.
lord of the flies
scandal
at the surface
epidermis stripped away
razor is slicing through
scattered jigsaw communication
strangled desire
lost interest
left out
roadside attraction
a feast
for flies…
Empty
rotted empty inside
corrupted…. jaded
killing myself to kill the time
a one way st.
forging a new path into the depths of self destruction.
increasing the measure of isolation
carefully follow the instructions
color by numbers
stay within the lines…..
Child murderer?
we are held down
by these institutions and manufacturers
of this oppression and fear
they hold us down
steal our souls
break our hearts when we are young
push us into assembly lines
force us into these rituals of self abuse
we get cataloged, observed
the sadistic game is woven into our souls
Things are a little different in my reality. 