i'm tired of pretending that my mind is at peace
that i possess magic and i
spill glitter when i sneeze
i just want to set fire to everything i adore
i can't take these sleepless nights anymore

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if i don't seem alright
don't scorn at the sight
of my distorted reflection
it's a natural selection
soul handpicked by
six demons who cry
lord, why?
i wasn't celibate, neither could i fly
i rummaged around
heaven's lush ground
stark naked
won't fake it
fire opal eyes
lord's perfect disguise
didn't fit me
this hit me
i'm homesick
where's hell?
can you tell
is it warm in there
love in devil's glare
i'm cold, behold
one angel escaped
from her lord's claws
ready to be taken
by the overlord of flaws

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i drink
rain
because
you're short on tears

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biting your nails and consequently the skin around your lifeless cuticles is self cannibalism

i ate my left hand

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the world declared a feast on my corpse,
while i was still breathing

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when
i choke your soul
with a barbed wire,
would your eyes bleed fire
like they used to?
when
i drag the carcass of my love
leave it to rot at your feet
will you stoop to the ground,
caress it like you used to?
for when
i am gone, i'll still be around
and you
shall find yourself
abiding by my rules,
unbeknownst to your conscience

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there's freedom of speech
and under the gigantic umbrella of this monstrously mistaken basic human right
there's
freedom of illogical expression
freedom of religious mobilisation
freedom of strategic brainwash

basically
freedom without discretion

spewing venom is not your right, bitch
it's just your filthy nature

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help me with the breakfast, love
mommy will feed you well
let me take a ladleful of the life you have left
you've been a sweet boy
all night long
and for the morning
your blood will make me

a scrumptious marmalade

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fifty yards away
from the last mile
a cave echoes
of clanking chains
and feeble groans
at last
we ended up where we wanted to

in the 'missing persons' records

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why didn't you reveal
that your fixation
is nothing but a sight
of my hands
gripping my neck
lower you go
higher, i levitate
a silver lining sparkles
on this dark silhouette
do not fall asleep
to the sound of my cries
for you have to
in the wake of my crescendo

watch me gauge my eyeballs out

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