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Bored of all possessions: a cry from a human (is howling). In dwelling: woe croons an answer. Beckoning to you, to enter a séance and learn what comes before and after. A carried ascension to farse: unction in passing. A change comes from the body, soil envelops the facade, to cleanse the encased.
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Myopic - Remembrance
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All consuming fire: breaking down into constituent parts. Lifeforce dwindling: nullification of this mortal form. Absorb yourself in meaningless trivial despair, collocate the lost. A cerebral commotion, the avalanche of pain lost its momentum. Tentative whispers sound submission to listless bonds. Growing discord in the light of empathy breaks down walls, crumbling into earth. Bleed away the weight around your neck, a discarded tissue that tore your thought. Tentative whispers sound submission to listless bonds. Growing discord in the light of empathy breaks down walls, crumbling into earth. A movement from remembrance: the catalyst of cessation.
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I saw the greened moon fall, and her light and its flowers distorting her visage. My memory’s lost in the waves, but I see the beauty in her violence and taste artifacts of her breath. Entrenched in the things that made me long to breathe clean, and smother every flame that I nursed. That feral star bared its cracked fangs and pounced into the sea, like it’s done a thousand times before. Diluting all salvation, her brain is a sopping wet annihilative aid. Begging to feel again. We were whispering about life and gods of skin; tithing for an anonymous death. Let me feel again. It obfuscates me to gaze upon your pocked, marred form, with lion’s eyes.
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Bled into the swollen night. An exit wound nova against the black nest, composed of writhing limbs. An ethereal crop of sores in fields of crawling skin. Picked clean only to be reborn. There, leeched of my pride, I could have nourished the earth. Rooting deep within the ash. Planting seeds. Everything was as it was supposed to be. Blooming with slurry and bruised purity. Like an old stone weathering dull. Those scraping fangs wore shallow, tilling furrows in my skull. Those gnashing gears spat satellites of choking mold and took my breath. But I remember a time. I could lose myself in the contours of the wreckage. When I smelled the flowers, the stench drowned my soul. My tongue traced the wind, which dried it up, speaking dust. I drank the water and purged naught but bile. When I shed my skin, there was nothing left.
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