So here's something I've written since I finally got off my ass and cleansed the typewriter.. Which was about two days ago, I know I'm lazy..
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Metronome inside my chest
Keeps taking away my precious seconds.
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ANTIMATTER
Revolving, spinning around,
in constant motion,
Locust swarm of particles,
destroying, annihilating
All things in it's way.
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THE HOUSE THAT ACID BUILT
No One is home.
All the doors are flung open and off their hinges.
The hardwood floor creeks under the steps you never took.
The faucets are running, they drip thoughts that start to form
Small puddles at your feet.
In their reflections you can clearly see the wreckage of yourself.
The reflection of a mirage of an image of flesh.
Your eyes see,
Your mouth spill's it's filth.
Your ears hear that filth.
It's an endless feedback loop of meaningless noise.
Dirt. Filth. Sludge.
You involunteerly raise your hand to feel if your heart still beats.
It doesn't. It's disconnected, the power outlet is shut down.
The wind blows though your empty shell,
The skin has been shed.
The walls are still there, closing in as always.
The walls are still there, the roof is still up, the faucets still running.
No One wants to live
In the house that acid built.
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THE WINTERS COME AND GO
The snow comes around as always, cold and heavy.
My hands are shaking, though my mind seems ready
and my eyes are fixed on yours, firm and steady
Although your eyes don't see, you don't think,
you don't breathe, you don't even exist anywhere
outside of me, I still see you both.
In every single sun that's setting, in every dawn ascending
from night's loving embrace. I can't seem to forget it.
I still remember everything you ever taught me.
And though years may pass, and all else will fade,
You will still be sitting there, on the opposite side of the table,
right where you always used to sit.
And I can always come back here, and ask for your guidance.
And you'll always be here, inside my mind,
waiting eagerly for me to visit you, telling what's new,
Telling me what I should do. And I will always love you for that,
And for everything else too.
Thank you.
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SUBURBIA
Concrete boxes concealing
Concrete lives within,
Dreams moulded in concrete,
Everything is concrete
No deeper meaning
Nothing unexpected
Every single path
Will end to it's headstone.
Concrete plans
Concentration camps
Modern mental warfare
Against humanity.
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FREQUENT DELUSIONS
You think I'm standing right
here in front of you
Though I am not.
I'm standing still in constant
motion.
Every particle of me swirling
around in emptiness.
And all you perceive
is frequencies that deceive
you to believe
That what you see
would really be me.
I am quite sure I don't
exist at all.
And mostly, I'm right.
Most of me is just waste of space.
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You wallow in your own filth
Linger in your misery
Everything is shit
but you don't want to change a thing
Desperate for attention,
crawling back to hell
But only when you first made sure
That we're all watching.
