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- Breathe
- Apathetically
- Cower
- Breathe
- We are the planets
- We are destined to collide
- To burn in inferno
- To shine the night
- And send damnation
- Upon better souls
- And ruin your own self
- Until you are not you
- For everyone shall wither
- In presence of a black hole
- And I am just selfish
- For thinking I can control
- For you are in denial
- To even try to put this at stake
- For you are in denial
- And this reality is fake
- For you are the reason
- For you are the one
- I cause myself atrocities
- And you spit in my face
- This is a different age
- One filled with cosmic brass
- This is a different universe
- One sentimental and broken asunder
- That leads to my own
- INDIGNATION
- And you dig up the ashes
- And throw them in a cup
- For the UNDESCRIBABLE
- Cannot be held at stake
- And you know that reality is fake
- SHUT UP
- SHUT UP
- SHUT UP
- I WANT YOU SHUTTING UP
- I NEED YOU SHUTTING UP
- SHUT SHUT
- SHUT IT
- SHUT UP
- SHUTING
- SHUT UP
- SHUT UP
- We compare facts and illusion
- And find that the truth is dissolution
- As we are destined to countermand
- A world we can no longer stand
- FOR THIS IS A CLUSTER
- OF BLIGHTED PERSONAL TRUTHS
- AND THEY SPIN OUT OF CONTROL
- AS NONE GET ANY CLEARER
- They just keep saying to say things to say
- And the mundanity scars the arm
- As life is taken away
- SHUT UP
- SHUT UP
- TIRED AND JUST WISH TO DIE
- FUCKING PATHETIC
- AETHETIC
- GREAT BEAUTY HELD IN THE HAND OF A BEHOLDER WHO LACKS PROPER EYES TO SEE WHO COULD TRUTHFULLY EXAMINE THE ENTIRE THING OBJECTIVELY AND REALIZE JUST HOW THIS IS JUST A FURTHER USE OF SELF-DEPRICATION AS THE SELF CHASES MISERY.
- When the corridors of light whisper
- They say “yes” and you wander down them
- And get fed
- Fed and fattened
- Until you become a pig
- 3DPD
- You have shit growing inside you
- And the world is shitty
- So ergo there is no right or reason to feel any happiness
- Happiness is reserved for the 2d
- For characters far more alive than you ever could be
- And as for me. I don’t know.
- I don’t know!
- Why can’t I know.
- Why does the paper always write itself?
- Why does the ink blot when it is done on a computer?
- Why does reality blot when there is so much to be alive for?
- A puddle of ink. A blackened darkened clod.
- One which takes grasp of your soul as you try to bring yourself to a new enlightened era
- With hammers.
- With knives.
- With sticks.
- With pieces…
- DAYS of Woe OF blackened lies
- The day just past you by
- The child just died
- The child of the illuminated
- This is the way the world ends
- In fragments.
- An overabundance of information on one piece of paper
- With none of it really making much sense
- With none really having any sort of greater purpose
- And thus being utterly useless.
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