where did this come from

k so the following is not my usual style. i feel like this needs to be made into a screamo death song or something. after i wrote this and reread it i was a little scared of myself. seriously, wtf?! anyways, here we go




she slices all your bones
and claws your gory heart
devours the bloody chambers
sips the cells
suffocates your chest
as she climbs into your head
she screams vulgar words till your ears are dead

defeated your dead bodyleft a carcass there to rot
the ants crawl upon it
for your meaty flesh they fought

during your final funeral
you’ll awaken as the prayer starts
shrieking in the dark
no one can hear your imbrued heart
blood smeared against your coffin
spelling the words I’m sorrythat you spoke far too often
she’ll greet all your charming guestswith a hidden smirk
giving them the attention they thrive
no one knows that you shall soon be buried alive
and the worms crawl into your still existent body
eating at your conscious mind
you die slowly each body-part becoming lame

defeated your dead bodyleft a carcass there to rot
the ants crawl upon it
for your meaty flesh they fought

you shall die in pain
you shall die in pain

ramble on

i live here in miscommunication, discombobulation. i dwell in mis-interpretation, swell up in undefined lines. i mix with every emotion i fail to understand. my trees exhale upsidedown and i wonder what they breathe out. i feel like i'm breathing out poison. i feel like youre breathing out the sun's rays. i feel like i feel everything upside down.how did we all wind up here? is this the end? or is this the beginning?speckles of my dark blue mind fall to the grasp of ideal sunset pink. i wallow and mix with this new color, only to find myself turning yellow. no, not yellow, gold. funny the way you go from one side of the color wheel to the next.i look up at the sky. or is that the water? wait, what brought me here? what is the reason for this feeling?where did the man with caloused fingers, wise eyes, and the long white beard go? did he melt in the heat of magenta? freeze in the chill of icy blue? or did he curdle in the mustard yellow? maybe he did all those things. all those things at once. it could happen here, you know, in this upside down world.

goodnight, i wish there was a god.

Make Everything Break

corpses of black leaves with remains of tender veins.
this grass is bleached, this sky is red
these words repeat inside my head
corpses of black leaves. all that's left are tender veins
this grass is bleached, this sky is red
these words repeat inside my head