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Serpentine
02:47
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Mild echoes rising up. Vapor vents from morning dew. Horizon creeps in, sharing its light, more generous than I deserve. It’s here again. Breathing and soaking in artificial air. In my escape I found comfort in what I once feared. Self-flagellation. Softer than silk. Bear down on me with your body barbed and bladed. I find safety in this bed of hair and nails. Relief from the burden of breath. A kind sort of cage. Shackles to free my ever-wilting limbs. My bones give praise. A blanket of blindness. Spore breathing sickness. Virulent vengeance. Weight bears down.
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Fever sweat waking in the prince’s laughing hour. Every calling corner horned and howling.
Bleed my fear and find a way to let me live without your mortal machinations. Blessed and eternal.
Meek and sleepless. Armed to the teeth. A love like no other. A love that burns and scrapes. Bleeding adoration.
A love that eats and hates. Take me at your will and color me unclean. Nourish me from the well of every sanguine crater.
Sickly sweet saturation flowing up into the heat beneath my heels. Feed me holy, holy, wicked word, wicked, wicked word.
Drinking every drop of sacrament, immaculate. Hold my tongue to the flame. Cracked lips by candlelight.
Begging for forgiveness never granted. Grace at arms length, kept tightly from me under lock and key. For those untainted.
For those deemed worthy, but never for me.
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The Hierophant
02:23
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No more can I bear the corridors of youth and all the many pathways diverging from.
Innocent, god-fearing sin-stealer spits upon the foundry where our sickened ilk could melt and grow.
Wall bound spectres leer and taunt me, haunting my hearth and home. Skin prick simple. In deepest dredges.
A hedge of every lurid luxury. Leave me here. Will it ever be enough to offer up my body to the concrete?
Light as a feather, stiff as a board. Begging for another taste of the sword. Give me every reason not to let it go.
Yearning on for “better days.” The concubine of aging bones. Seduction plays at innocence, bound by the creature comforts of assuredness.
Born again to barren womb, to keep me cold and free. Graceless guide and shadows loom, reminding me of my depravity.
How we kill for purest tome. How we lust for what we know.
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Memory Bias
03:35
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Methodical self-fellating voyeurist enveloped in smoke and ash. Flesh and organ exhibition. Product for display. My image reflected in gleaming teeth, canine grin. As pages burn to obscure your responsibility. Reaping and purging.
Choking on every banished word. Rewritten under mandate of the sun. Razor wire kisses every open vein.
Coughing up every banished word. Chemical reconfiguration. Realignment restriction. Every past life miscarried.
All cells awaken. Pull me apart at the seams. Leave me from whence I came. Promise me to the pavement.
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Contain me under watchful eyes. Welcome my return with fire. Contain me with a welcome smile. Be my blood and cauterize my mind with your rhetoric to staple all the pieces, with your thoughts sewn tightly to the page.
Shudder under ceiling. Gaze upon my flesh with a kind reminder: I will linger here after I greet my own end.
Wasted essence glistens. Your face obscured. A haunting. I indulge your fear no more.
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Gallows in Static
02:24
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Let age take you disgracefully to task. Become dust on my fingertips. Give me the gift of your exit, your obscurity.
And when press meets paper there will be no ink to spill your fucking name. Decades of gorging yourself, witless and bloated, eating our shame.
Consuming the efforts of our brittle spirits beneath you. Collecting our trust like a hollow game.
Earning every ounce of our spit on your fucking grave. Let your fear mount, lest you lose it. Let your guilt fester.
As they pull the sheet over your eyes, I hope you can taste the salt of our secretions on the corners of your lips,
underneath your fucking tongue. Savor what you've done. Society sending its thanks for your skin sagging off of your frame.
Unburden your heart from the curse that you put on my fucking name.
And as soon as the weight of the world you've abused becomes too much to bear, give me the rope and I'll teach you how to use it.
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