Worlds founded in grief, aging beauty.
Fornicating: tactile sensations.
New recesses for blusterous children.
Creation fond of sinister de-vices?
Cavalcade of the scars.
Please, sodomize the heavens.
Bastard child, two thousand forgotten memories.
Thumping haze: thanks to the bottle of forget.
Helping a new tomorrow in yesterdays.
Come to pass.
Solace in lost arrogance,
forgotten realm of too many ways.
Too many hair balls.
Coughed up from unshaven feminism.
Limp phallus that is sexual prime.
That was not ground control.
Do you understand?
Gravity has no hold in the space I am in.
I’m lost in the eclipse of new-found serenity.
I wish, I did not find the truth within.
These words, my words.
The truths that I tell to you.
How I wish they where lies.
Self bitterness, isolates me.
Only one existence for me.
Really cherishing this existence?
Is it an iridescent lie?
I know you cannot see.
Bitter plains within this bulb.
To hate me is to be me.
Live longing nights, morning comes.
Partaking in weary coffee, reflection stare.
Fuck YOU Freedom!
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