Hello, Lady. Could you be more cruel? 
do you think that's how I wanted to picture you?
fawning for your chew toy, full of fluids
I know we've both been open but it's fairly rude. 
Like, bitch, "I'm triggered" but genuine
pull my anxiety strings like a mannequin 
you're either ignorant of the damage done
or you find pleasure in digging that needle in

Sapiens is always filthy
We're efficient
We're corrupt
We can root out greener pastures
We will crush them into dust
we will fortify our towers
We will drink with fearsome lust
From the gentle valley rivers
From the oceans, black and rough.

I would drink you ‘til I drown 
It seems I've no control in this. 
I tried to master my own world so
I would never hurt again
But in severe sterility I let robots and  demons win
And though we may makes jokes and grin 
That we are monsters and machines…

Family thinks it’s peace to know that "God forgives me".

But you won't

I could walk 500 miles to fall down at your door and choke,
right?

“Calliope says practice magic,
But I’m not a clockwork toy;
I know what sorrow befalls men
who walk that fruitless path of toil”,

I’ve never let my ego mar a friendship before
I wanna like you less now every time you best me.
Something gross like noxious nestles in my chest at your successes,
Although all of them consistently impress me.
You do all the things I do but, I guess, better, and I hate it

I long

to slip my hands beneath your skin
Remove the sheath
And see
The seething mass Of gears and ribbons
Hidden
Underneath

Our first taste of freedom was intoxicating,
but it's two steps forward, two steps back
Time hung heavy on a string from the rearview
:infinite turns round a mobius-track

I am going to dig myself a massive fucking pit
I am going to dig through rock until my palms blister and split
I am going to dig until I sweat out all my tears and spit
I am going to dig this hole and I am going to die it in

Whipped, like blood runs down burned backs
Fight bubbles, nitrous, in the blood
Sun darkened skin scarred, angry tracks
Rage curdles, boils, tensions run up

In contrary, your piety
Makes love to minds
through songs like Seraphim
Your clarity of artistry
Surpasses as amalgam
God and Sin.

We are immortal
But will fade so young
Matter cannot die, still,
We are ash on the tongue
Of the great, black sky
Where all matter fell, hence,
Where all matter goes nigh
Blind sparks flash red…

Your advice is “don’t be clever”?
Well, that’s all I can be.
“Just state your intent clearly”
Lines molten inside me.
Too quick to crystallize, they harden

The way people learn is through experience

Observation shapes organic education out of our existence
I’ve tried to mould enlightened lessons out of stacked traumatic turbulance
But I perceive less tribal unity than pornographic arrogance

you cut me and I bite my tongue
dumb my ears and hunt the drums
lime on one hand, tar on the other
lungs and tendons falter

I'm bored of nature metaphors!
Give me a goddamn violin
or some weird suede boots
Or a wild red train
or a creepy dancing mannequin!

Lead meet occiput
Make fast friends, 1k/ps
leads to such fleet ends

What a fine silver ribbon
of silk in the moonlight!
What an enchanting shine!
What a sweet sterling smile,
A slice of excitement,
A quivering thrill of delight!

Brain buzzing
no caffeine
just one million tiny bees
Poke and sting and
All day long
Whine derisive
Busy songs

The vacuum inside of me
feels like an act of nature
Published work, diplomas
Paychecks, love letters,
big black hole beats
support network wall-paper

Leather skins,
weathers growing warmer
water splashing on the tin shins
well into the winter,

Insatiable insanity
it crawls into his skin and makes him
thrash and shake and shout
like "magic fingers" for society

Blood-bound brother senses wonder
Hidden in another's womb
Bitter ice inside my heart would make her flesh into a tomb
But if my curse is less than certain

All I ever wanted was the feeling I was good enough
How is it I keep chasing dragons that I've never even touched?

I planted seeds but nothings growing,
racked my brain but nothings showing up
I try to play creator,
what I makes not worth the paper

I want to carve the pieces out you've scarred into my life
But if I take my blade up then I'll be left scarred, but twice
I want to scour the things you think, the way you act, and how you look
To find the peace I had before the liberties you took

Shove off from shore, the whispering wake of
slipshod ships will martyrs make of
wily women with tortured tongues and
broken backs as they escape

Romeo, Romeo, step back Romeo
Lets have a chat about the nightcap sitting on the
back of your girlfriend’s nightstand Romeo
Rosalind was never gonna ask you to dance
Not a chance

I have an itch so deep inside I'd need a knife to scratch
It's settled in my gut, my wrists, my throat, my heart, my back
I try hard to ignore it, as it's worse the more I think
Try to divert myself with friends and food and work and ink.