Enjoy the taste of last night’s sin
Bubbling at the edges of your mouth
Expanding ever so
Crawling back to be ingested.
Put another coin into the existential darkness,
Turn the crank,
Get your prize of repetition
You win and you win and you won’t but you…
Somebody is always watching.
Drown, please, come on and drown!
Let’s suffocate on this suffering;
Let’s stare at each other,
Fluttering eyelashes tickling one another,
Let’s punish each other forevermore.
I am yours, forever and ever and ever and…
I want this to stop.
I want this comfort forever.
The comfort of being sad.
I am indebted to you, my secret lover.
Icicles for teeth, blinders for eyelashes
Oh God, why are you so pretty?
Shameless.
I am devoted to you,
Like pennies to the crank.
This is my life, this is my content prison.
I love it so much, I am crying.
Wednesday, May 10, 2023
Gallant
Same time as ever,
An unfortunate slave to the clock.
I think if you thinking of me,
Thinking of you.
I hold you up high, I admire you.
The gavel comes down hard upon the
Broad camera that is my life.
I’m not shy.
Conniptions are cast every evening,
I can’t help but be dulled by it.
It’s so boring.
Am I a better person because of
My lack of care?
My lack of want.
Am I truly better?
Is my being worn down by time,
Truly benefiting me?
Or am I just becoming dull
And complacent
When will I know
That I
Am
Better?
An unfortunate slave to the clock.
I think if you thinking of me,
Thinking of you.
I hold you up high, I admire you.
The gavel comes down hard upon the
Broad camera that is my life.
I’m not shy.
Conniptions are cast every evening,
I can’t help but be dulled by it.
It’s so boring.
Am I a better person because of
My lack of care?
My lack of want.
Am I truly better?
Is my being worn down by time,
Truly benefiting me?
Or am I just becoming dull
And complacent
When will I know
That I
Am
Better?
Thursday, June 9, 2022
The Way You Deserve [lyrics]
It’s all been said and done;
The actions you’ve come to expect.
I can’t shake you awake
I won’t wash off of your skin
In your head again
You’re in your head again
What’s loving with no want?
What’s time spent with no gain?
What’s good times with no calm?
What’s marriage with no faith?
In your head again
You’re in your head again
Severed tongues in my mouth
One speaks of wants, yours of disdain
Like a punished child, I chew it all up,
Swallowing wholly accepted blame
Look at the shifted toys, look at my tickled nape
Look at my softened smile,
look at my wanted gaze
Here’s another gift of silence
When all you want is noise
I can’t love you the way you deserve
In your head again
You’re in your head again
What’s loving with no want?
What’s time spent with no gain?
What’s good times with no calm?
What’s marriage with no faith?
All of this redemption with none of the suffering
Twenty years of favoritism and idolatry
I don’t want this, but I’ll be your choice
Here’s another gift of silence
When all you want is noise
I can’t love you the way you deserve
Not a mother’s love
Or a lover’s want
Just a spotlighted shove
Of a sexual debutante, debutante
Tuesday, February 1, 2022
Gnarled [lyrics]
Short sighted admirations of
Pained life, old life
Sun-bleached by my design
(Deaf pleas upon dead senses)
Teased thoughts that can’t unwind
(Deaf pleas upon dead senses)
Short sighted admirations of
Pained life, old life
The romanticization of
This life
I am the red line
I am so gnarled up
I’ve seen this ghost, exposed
Hidden repose
Gang war war cries, that become choked
Hidden repose
(Now breathe slow, but not out
Now let it choke, but not out)
Short sighted admirations of
Pained life, old life
The romanticization of
This life
I am the red line
I am so gnarled up
Don’t let me get this.
Hidden repose
I am the red line
I am so gnarled up
Strain until it breaks
MCXIII [lyrics]
An invitation, to unmarked skin
To carve out our own way
A permanent ornament
That symbolizes “someday”
You can’t have it all, but you want it all,
So you say what you must say
You won’t trade your crown in for a gown
So how can I serve you today?
It isn’t me, it isn’t me
I am not host to a slave
Lucky thirteen, lucky thirteen
Skulls on our arms can’t be faked
You faked
Fake
The Way You Deserve, Part I
Only you have your figure,
No one else has your shape.
Curse my eyes for their blatant lies
They present to me not what I want to see.
I am here, you are here.
We are not.
In the billowing meadows,
In the autumn chill,
Over there, I
I want to speak to you
With you
I can hear the churning of vapid pleasantries,
The coy flirtation of thinly veiled wants,
Sex-driven lips spreading wide into a smile,
Welcoming the carnalities of another.
I am hollow, full of hollow wants,
Give them all to me.
“I can’t love you the way you deserve.
I can’t spoil you into submission
Nor cradle the child within,
I can’t give you a mother’s love
And a lover’s want,
I can’t.
And I will tell you I am sorry.
I will tell you what you need to hear.”
I’ve known this.
A Snake Once Told Me [lyrics]
A snake once told me
“I need to own you,
Body, mind, and soul.
The fruit I come bearing
It’s all yours.
Come lay your weary head
Atop voluptuous soft…
Let’s share each other’s fangs
All mine, and mine alone”
Once the fever hit my brain,
Sweated and shivered in numb ecstasy
Sleek silver skin penetrates
A lonely line of lust
and selfish love is shedding into some lungs, I’m
Choking, choking, choking, choking.
A snake once told me.
Goddess of night, succubus of my whims
I’m dragged into your cosmic shrine,
Riddled with objective sin
I need to feed on these vocal scraps
And these forced willful visions, I’m
Choking, choking, choking, choking
A snake once told me:
“It’s all your fault
You’re all alone
It’s all your fault,
If only you just….
It’s all you’re fault,
So kill yourself now”
Now, kill me now.
Negation Permittance
You will find yourself one day,
Confined within a coffin
Surrounded by everlasting nothingness.
Your lungs expelling life
In exchange for dread
So you recollect all the things you are thankful for.
You are.
You
You.
I.
Dreams
Life
Oxygen
Women
Death
Misery
Black
Words
Romance
Intelligence
The feminine
Your blood will start to cook
And your eyes will begin to swell.
Your brain will feel heavy
And you’ll recount your favorite songs
Death is death.
Then you’ll take a sharp inhalation
Of dry, busy air
And come to see that you aren’t confined.
You are blessed.
You have all those things you are grateful for.
Nothing is gone but the dead.
So why is death still death?
Confined within a coffin
Surrounded by everlasting nothingness.
Your lungs expelling life
In exchange for dread
So you recollect all the things you are thankful for.
You are.
You
You.
I.
Dreams
Life
Oxygen
Women
Death
Misery
Black
Words
Romance
Intelligence
The feminine
Your blood will start to cook
And your eyes will begin to swell.
Your brain will feel heavy
And you’ll recount your favorite songs
Death is death.
Then you’ll take a sharp inhalation
Of dry, busy air
And come to see that you aren’t confined.
You are blessed.
You have all those things you are grateful for.
Nothing is gone but the dead.
So why is death still death?
OCD
Relax.
One, two, three, four, five.
Fight it.
Expel the feeling, make it pure.
Let it go.
Fuck you.
Fight it
Okay, you’re done.
Sunday, August 1, 2021
Less Less [lyrics]
Shake,
Shake me now, tell me I’m here
In this body, surrounded by love
Break,
Break the sounds so that I hear
Breathy nothings, or lack thereof
Hope, hope for cherry
Bombs blossoming
Hope for the end of wanting wanting
In the 4am glint off the window,
In the white noise hiding in my stereo,
In the tainted skin of my second home,
I want less less
Black,
Purple, pink are your eyelids
Starry specter from a dead bedroom
Mute,
Mute your speak so it’s candid
Blaring so bright, obfuscate the womb
Hope, hope for cherry
Bombs blossoming
Hope for the end of wanting wanting
I’m suspended in disconnect
(Less talk, less truth)
I’m suspended in disconnect
(Less calm, less couth)
In the 4am glint off the window,
In the white noise hiding in my stereo,
In the tainted skin of my second home,
I want less less
From the bar to the grave
From the holes you concave
Disconnect me, disconnect you
I don’t want to, I don’t want to
I’m suspended in disconnect
(Less talk, less truth)
I’m suspended in disconnect
(Less talk, less truth
Less calm, less couth)
In the 4am glint off the window,
In the white noise hiding in my stereo,
In the tainted skin of my second home,
I want less less
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