there’s a dark placedeep within the bowelsof our dying empirewhere men without facesgather and their unwavering fealtyhit the jackpot todaybut nobody hereis preparedor would rather even the kingseems slightly surprisedas these faceless mennot so quietly cash in a celebrationwhere the cruelis the win now as the brutality of it allgoes downtheir opportunitiesexponentially increase no more [...]
yesterday’s death spiralnow hopelessly unravelingon the floor of my imagination the twisted strands of terrordistress and dark entanglementsuddenly liberated they just flew apartlike shattered windowsand stupid metaphors finally limpbut at lastat peacecall it life call it release Love Oo(^_^)y-~
the other morning didn’t buzzand the stagnantcensorious lightleft nothing to learn alsoit was excruciatingly dulland thus plodded only forwardinto a thing that might otherwise be seen asexistence it took its turn for what was exhumedthenbecame brokenbeyond all recognition and so with timeit was assumedautomaticto disassociateshut it down and survive Peace m(<>)m