Ah, so little time to think of things fleeting and all that has befallen my core A gemot of my thoughts demanding audience treading ancient paths I bemuse How can darkness be so deep and light so scarce? A brooding doctrine so absurd!
Leave it, it's my pain! It's all I know
Hands are bleeding anger's seething pointless rearing I'm conceiving rot
A black lump for a heart, fraught with disdain the semblance of a life fermented in pain! Oblivion calling, stark I'm full of envy, malice, dead and callous, breeding, brewing, festering, ravenous, hate!
In this wretched passing through life I cannot abide the broken mirrors of my soul… Salvation will extol in shattered remnants of the past... A shard of sharpened glass to make my carvings come a-fresh a canvas of flesh!
Feed her! Won't you feed her! Feed my unfortunate soul! Bleed her! Won't you bleed her! Bleed her, my soul is a hoax!
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