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Ephemeral visits and pieces exchanged ≠ a new family Japanese punk rock plays outside as chips fall to the pavement Teens awaken a silent desperation within the laboratory Pain smells like a rebirth when it comes from a stranger With so many options, you limit yourself to normies– You cling to the possibility of enriching the town Giving away chunks of muscle tissue has built a foundation of Unholy sacrifices for a plastic house– a home for Selfish mannequins Unleash the soft beast who craves the hardness of Pandora’s Box and the sweetness of white chocolate So that your catalyst can bloom peonies, even when Expired spices are poured into the neon orifices End the era of abhorrent convenience, creating a Multicultural library and an unknowable galaxy You are not a snowy sidewalk Not even a furry shadow You are the crystal above this pile of sin

Tall, ebony, grey-haired, and sternly kind Fearful that soft anxiety tripped the gratitude that I tried to express-- labeled as a prick or prejudice Years of being thrown into chasms of my homeland, Wallowing in a different beast's blood almost every time; Without consent, without understanding, with my trampled sadness (I'm fucking sick of reaching for perfection) Men in particular... Careless toward the cornerstone of my suffering Utterly foolish when this pathetic heart groans Keeping the taste of envy in my mouth I'm told that both sides are shit, but that's not What my trauma tells me; that bastard tells me That masculinity looks terrible on my walls and Femininity would break a plethora of holy laws, Leaving me somewhere between so many opposites Anyway, I don't mesh well with humanity, and that's why I seem like an asshole-- it's a mental disorder that's been Crafted from years of bullying, gaslighting, emotional neglect, And dreams that have been destroyed by following the

Thrown into the panopticon Prepared yet unconsenting Though, most of it is a foul blur Dwarf among giants Introduced to new wardens Anxiety back on the throne Dlya mene tse bude absolyutne peklo Another shithole to test my gratitude, Depression, and patience for public A familiar cast of pricks, all ages, races, And genders accounted for I want to vanish Or blind them with a single mantra Or be given the voice of a ruler Or tear the whole fucking place down Their eyes are devouring me Their laughter is deafening The future tastes like battery acid The present feels like a tsunami The past looks like a dilapidated childhood home What the hell did I do to deserve this? Does Mom hate me? Was the law built just to hurt me? Is God enjoying my misery? To think that I have three years of this fucking shit

An old lady violently whispered into my ear, "God cares naught for the pursuit of knowledge" That's what made me kiss the Bible, the Torah, The Quran, the Goetia, and all apocrypha, then Utter phrases that will surely be misconstrued as An atheist's prayer I never asked to be a part of this vile game; Expected to throw away the few things that make me happy, Spit on the version of myself that was smote before I entered This world, and guess which holy scripture has the most truth I was dragged into this place by a man and woman who Swallowed sin like water, one being touched by Jesus Well-after decimating my future, and the other remaining An enigma to us all Is that how I can meet Him? By swimming through drugs, alcohol, sex, thievery, and Almost-murder? Well, those options were being tossed into a chasm while She was pumping me with Satan's nectar The Lord's word was incontrovertible for me; Unable to become an adult outside of what the law says, I am bound to every form of

He flaunted the idea of freedom, knowing that I've been sleeping in misery for almost an infinity, Yet decided to vomit on the hope that just came back from hiatus You haven't grown up She brought all of this chaos to the surface, years ago by Simultaneously creating and destroying, like a nephilim who Became God You have failed in the most beautiful ways The rest simply distract themselves with everything that I will never have, not understanding how much I admire All the ways that Death can claim an unsuspecting person Have each of you lost the will to love me? I collected so many fragments of joy; Bidding farewell to this chapter in my story Reminiscing about all that has happened during the decade Settling into a new, much more exciting environment No longer desiring that common piece of adulthood Introducing someone who signifies my independence Adventures with people far from death Discarding purity under my own roof Throwing away my fear of a crumbling shanty Pulling my

One sin has finally caught up with the other After sharing your flesh with an battalion of men, an arrow Pierced the ignominious liturgy that was keeping wings white, Loved ones from feeling the tremor of psychopathy, and the Sky blue enough to believe in oceans This is not a blessing, because you're still meditating in a pond of Irish elixir; you've seen what happened to me, yet you've chosen The path that will only lead to another prolonged suicide Whose blood are you desiring? We refuse to contribute to this new breed of bedlam We want to put an end to the flow of demon saliva We must approach like spiders underneath filth We cannot guarantee a high echelon for anyone If the woe that we've been breathing is the result of A whimpering truth, then the soul sleeping deep within you Will face tribulations much unlike yours You will scream at the child you've ruined, mutilate their Spirit and body, and lash out at those who were there to Make your life an ethereal story But if all

I was waiting for you to come home, Even though I was terrified to wait since your return wasn't promised, I still waited. I waited out in the bitter fog, Lying on my back, watching the shadows shrink and grow, I argued with myself if waiting was foolish, But I yearned for you return. I was more terrified of the thought of abandoning my waiting room bench, And missing your footsteps gliding through the door as you finally returned, So I planted myself in my chair, I grew my roots and vines into the carpet of the white room, Unable to see through the bitter fog, But I swore to patience. I waited, I chose to, despite my fears. I waited. And waited.. And waited... But you never arrived... So the fog took me.

Tasting the ink coating my tongue- I've tried desperately to enjoy its bitter flavor, It was a deep seeded desire (and instinct) To welcome the ink as I thought I knew it as... But the longer I try to stain my teeth I begin to understand, The ink, for what it truly is and where it truly resides... As the silent night slinked in, I lied waiting impatiently for slumber to sink in, When I felt a sharp pain creep into my ears, And then felt something drip out and down my neck As the very air above me pressed down on me like a crashing wave... Frantically jumping out of bed and flipping on the light I inspect the unknown liquid spilling from my ears, When I peer, I see my fingers covered in that ink... Moments later I notice my wrists are stained as well And no amount of scrubbing can get it off my flesh... Why? Why did you do it? Why did you have to spew out your inky screams onto me? Why did you have to cover me in your repulsive ink? Why did you have to stain me? I thought I had