I am a seething torrent of rage. Feast on the floods of my decadent horror.
Seedy walls of pain wash over me, now I have become the Unraveler
Of the woven tapestry of time.
Broken back of the festering will, apathy’s entropy, gluttony’s love lust,
Another fix to pacify the disillusioned mind, dormant digressions.
Morbid melancholy lusting for my fall, saliva of sweet tears slither over my lips.
Life’s blood wastefully fed upon, shitting out the marrow of cause and purpose.
Never mind the blood that flows, it’s a warm stream that bathes you.
Never mind the screams you hear, they are warm wishes bidding farewell.
Riddled with anxiety driven to death’s doorstep,
Madness is screaming of a quiet soothing
Growing love for pain, hurt me more!
It warms my heart as the bottle breaks across my face,
I want to chew on the glass ‘til my teeth break and scream,
“Paint the streets with my blood!”
Slovenly drool rolls over my teeth, an oozing
Blackened sludge, thickening, blood shining in the moonlight
As it covers me, it steals the moons reflective calming waves
From the sun, a lonely bastion in the night
No longer touch my skin; exist out of the Weaver’s grasp.
I gaze at his weavings, each life a thread through time.
Sharpened will of the razor’s smile,
There is much work to be done.
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