i’ll off myself out west so i cant haunt you while you hitchhike, spilt hated blood in jest on your soles, trailing luminous in the midnight, blood that couldnt wait to leave my body, dripping sleight, sate this lustful insight, it is you whom i will blight

whittle my spinal rot, til i can’t motherfucking stand upright, dont humor this aimless wrick of a waltz, a woefully wincing and wretched wight, bastard son of nothing thus it’s nothing but fuckin birthright, potential-filled fuck decides to take their own life

and of course it’s nothing but single-sided selfish roll the coward’s dice, yo dem shits aint nice, couple one two clicks, thrice, emptied chambers, someone dun g'd up all my 9's guess it ain't no curtains closin tonight, lookin up and down my sights like mighta been nice to see what's crackin with that ascending light

like a million spring warblers are shaking their wings inside, the dissolve deposit where the chassis chamber blooming split resides, to dwell is to garden, splintered roots route this apartheid, and i quickly find im allergic to daisies as im casually pushing them aside



i deprecate this descent, cursing like i was meant to, bent over backwards to get takuan for my bento, the lengths that you had gone to, “i’m going to fuck kill you”, cuz fate’s a fucking flake it’s plans for me have fallen through, like everything i’d ever done, and everything i’ll never do conceit drilling the thought so very deeply into an egocentrism agenda outlining that i’d amount to something the world would somehow be better off without

like milk stouts, but i’ve downed the bitter bitches brew, i’ve been singled out, forever through these coals my breath has blew confounded without, drowning in the altissima morning dew, forsaken tomb i rendezvous, ended up a wandering jew

remind me whose shadow spins the web in which i parade through, i trek this basin black as the morning moon, on its supple young tissue, i told you cuz don’t make no fuckin issue, trampled by heathens, their heavy-hearted steps i deepen, like a young seed i’ve been sewn, cuz ain’t gon’ be doin no reapin' iiiiiiiiiiii

bring in the wails of the newly forsaken, of the newly dead bring em in bring em in bring em in

i’ve been asleep for 19 years, a hellish awakening, clearly insincere, awfully fuckin fearless for having this many fears, been dreamless for 19 years, i guess i thought i’d have more sincere of a premiere, left doubting, cerebral hemisphere mounting, pouting over something, draw near, i’m recounting my faith, now that i’m here,

abyssal dismissal, karmic-infinitum-guided missile, moral warfare, comic strip clubbin sealed letters of an alphabetized list of nameless victimis-syndrome of sherlocks stockholmes, rice fields flooding monpe super indigo cyclone, a gastronome, romantic gluttons, seers of sheer sinning, shear the sins it’s absolute absolution, then fear the shin splints and loosen, hear the splinter pricks and unproven objects testify their moving unmoved mover

begotten is a god’s disembowelment man that’s awfully fuckin gory, that’s a likely sob-story