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If only I’d left a little bit sooner,
These cavities would be salted with hiccups
I’d still have a dry knife and an empty grin,
Now I’ve replenished this gaze shut.
Don’t beg for forgiveness,
Just smile and turn away.
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The Altruist
03:43
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Pain, inside a husk
Exorcised only by controlled lust
He suffocates, he makes it bleed
Forgive him, he knows not what he means
And the walls of shouted pink
In your short-term memory
Suffocate but mean no harm,
Unintentionally punish me
Raise your shoulders
Like a glass to hell
“I don’t care; I own your crux.”
Feigned camaraderie
Showcase a case of encased greed
And I know I’m far from pristine
But cancerous lungs still want to breathe clean
And the halls of muted black
Reverberate but don’t come back
All I see are open hands
Smiling, then start to clap
Raise your shoulders
Like a glass to hell
“I don’t care; I own your crux.”
Who’s hate?
“This laceration comes for us, coaxed
By this hegemony proposed”
In vibrant neon dreams, I’ve seen you twitch unannounced
And in memories unseen, the two of you consort oh so loud
In clouded drunken woods, your shifting gaze meets no eye
Dilapidated brotherhoods seem to want more of my time and…
Crux
I own your crux
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Like the gazelle from the hand of the hunter,
Free yourself
Like the bird from the hand of the fowler,
Free yourself
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Hex Appeal
04:57
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Lunar embraces once again
There’s firelight on your coven
This wooden crystal knows my fate
If I stay
Your tarantism dance divine
Invokes a gnostic state of mind
You lift me by the nape and say,
“Repeat after me:”
I don’t want to wish you well
I want empathy from hell
I shake off your sorcery,
Magick sprawled on these sheets.
Pagan passages to burn,
Wiccan writings I’ve to learn,
Blessed by curses I’ve been told
Carnal want of the occult
Hex appeal
And now there’s burning sage clouding the way
To your grave and namesake
Those words of malefecium pervade
And create a sworn slave
I’m crawling hands and knees over to you
But I find baphomets
I’m clawing, your resemblance to the moon
Hoping for necromance
…the lust, the chalice, the bust
The seance, the sigil, the sex, the evil
The dowsing, theurgy, pentagrams, the clergy
The new age, the cross, the power, the loss,
The witches, the coven, the boline, beholden
The fortune, the curse, the chants, the hearse
The beauty, the black, the wanting, the craft
The psychic, the visions, the law of contagion
I don’t want to wish you well
I want empathy from hell
I shake off your sorcery,
Magick sprawled on these sheets.
Pagan passages to burn,
Wiccan writings I’ve to learn,
Blessed by curses I’ve been told
Carnal want of the occult
Hex appeal
O-C-C-U-L-T me
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93, hatches open, stark light
86, hatches open, stark light
79, hatches open, stark light
72, hatches open, stark light
65, hatches open, stark light
58, hatches open, stark light
51, hatches open, stark light
44, hatches open, stark light
I am awake
Now I’m so afraid
I’m seeing things, hearing things, who am I?
And the still black water
That’s as deep as forever
Cold as the sky, still as my heart,
When you’re gone, I’ll freeze in hell
You’ll see me dancing on glass
On glass
On glass
Dancing on glass
And I’ll tear out my hair
And I’ll cut out my tongue
And I’ll cut off my limbs
Just leave me my love
Where do I start?
Where do I stop?
I’d rather my lose my legs
I’d rather my eyes cut
Pull out all my teeth
Than lost my love
Where do I stop?
How do I stop?
You have no choice
The choice comes after
What do you offer
Your friends to
Make them so
Supportive of you?
What do you
Offer those…
For an hour and twelve
I’m whole
When it’s gone,
I’m gone again
What do you offer?
Table, two chairs, and no window
Tongue out, thoughts stalled, my body is there.
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Unbridled hate ouroboros.
Hate.
Unbridled hate ouroboros.
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27 years.
It takes 27 confessions to reach an epiphany
28, 29, 30….3.
3 anniversaries to educate nirvana
Now all that’s left is bliss, perfection
This smoke shrine decapitates ambition
The dead greet the dead
To say white lies, make false hope
But none of this matters.
In my head, we’re already home
Come!
Unfathomable. Unbridled.
Get high on passion
Tell me your weakness
Kill time and space
Unfathomable, unbridled.
I’m ready to die
In love with lust with love with lust with love
Come!
I lied, I am happy.
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It’s ending now: it’s getting brighter
Brilliantly, it swallows it all
No matter what, it impedes
Like time, forever the comedic rule
Hollowing memories made for me
Blinding dusk takes it all away
Solemnly romancing poetry
Blinding dusk, take me away
I cannot see anymore
I can’t see
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gasp. Portland, Oregon
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