Trenches
We mark graves not with blood, but with the semen of our sterile dreams. We are ashamed. They say often that we finish were we started, but no one knows … Continue reading
How Unlevel the Undertow
The gallows never really break. Cut the rope and leave the trap door intact. A simple extension on our lease in life. Imagine the kind of mental debt we can … Continue reading
Metaphors and Me
Often times i feel less than human, just a subservient to the power of words. They seek to beat me into their mold and bring me down to their level. … Continue reading
Fill
It’s time to let the worms have their fill Watch them gnaw as my skin peals If the rose is red it doesn’t know it yet But our coffin isn’t … Continue reading
Fill
It’s time to let the worms have their fill Watch them gnaw as my skin peals If the rose is red it doesn’t know it yet But our coffin isn’t … Continue reading
Identity
Lack of sleep leads to lack of identity, but there never was a clear definition anyways. We are just common criminals stealing the truth away from ourselves through our constant … Continue reading
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