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I find joy beneath the stones
of which they crawl, to escape my grasp
I lay back and laugh
as I succumb to wrath.

This infliction, like a wall brick-red
overdriven, by one sour emotion
and reveling in every notion
I succeed to devour this token

Fabrication of the distrust
Cast such harmful rays
and through my gaze
I insist that you chase

I fear that you won't correlate
with what I was built to do

Watch how this black rolls round my mind
Lie down and you shall rest
Your talk is small, waste of breath
there is nothing left

I promise that you'll regret
every second you have taken
to persistently awaken
how i repel the complacent

Consider this: I never wanted
you will find you cannot perceive
Do you think you have the keys?
do you see what I want to achieve?

Run to the next exit, nearest to you:
I fear that you can't correlate
with what I was built to do

Fuck you.
I can smell your putrid excretion
your relentless stains punish depletion

Your eyes are particles I see right through
I fear that you can't correlate
with what I was built to do

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Written in the absence of the deafening ringing of solitude, whereby my convictions of hatred cease to burn for one slither of time to breach the truth of which I stagger toward. I hope you will all find lies in my gaze because I contain nothing but decomposing truths and diminishing realities that seem to be cradled by the excitement of loss. I enjoy this.

Her relentless remains punish discretion and in every breath I wind there is a hole where her name used to be aired. I find pleasures crawling beneath stones that conceal the reasoning to justify and this is where I lay in hope, for one day, she will not reside to be a part of me.

It is hard to find balance within the uncontrollable forces of internal chemical activity, of which I understand to be the pinnacle of my destruction and will inevitable reconsider my form as a human being, simply by the ticking over of time, my own ontology.
13-06-08