Pseudopsychosis
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RequiscatIn every instance I could possibly fathom, bleakness stares through the cracking happyness I try so hard to maintain. There's always that hand on my shoulder telling me it is over, telling me I am alone and have always been. No god, nothing.Requiscat
Nothing absolves the situation, no matter the fortitude. Everything magnifies the problems I cannot face. The problem seemingly invisible to me, something I don't think I'll let myself fight away from. So fuck it, invite it and see what happens. I'm no Rome, and I sure wasn't built in a day so I'll let it all rot down.
The wars will rage on, one aft
by ~The13thAntiChrist
Elysium - Falling ApartEverything is falling apart, Life is shattering into porcelain splinters, Evaporated rain pools leaving rustic decay The insidious stain.Elysium - Falling Apart
Reaping the dosage with a slight disdain Pacing the the dark streets
Walking along, the apocalypse in mind White light filling my third eye.
Erase the aptitude of catastrophe, Forget about the promises made and left un-kept.
There never was an evolution, There never was a hope
There never was a shimmering chance Give in, let go and die.
Fight, resist, destroy..
Enchanted paranoids in the
by ~The13thAntiChrist
Deviance of the SickImpulses thriving in the burning of my mind Sour breathless, I pull further away In the desire of my hollow discourse.Deviance of the Sick
In the solemn seduction of her wavering eyes I found myself chained with invariable lies Curving hips and spreading her thighs The rampant tails of night evade her cries.
Succubiacal deviation Concubinacal suffocation The halt of sense
the birth of feel.
I fouled the creeping scourge and every trifle scream she released
when the pain seemed to repeat.
Every human clinging sigh I found her there and laid to
by ~The13thAntiChrist
ARCANAARCANA
Sitting alone all night with bottles of liquor under dim light That surfacing premise; The killer inside writhing under restraint.
The sound of meat packing,
the violent smacking of rawness, slapped against a concrete floor The vile stench of abdomen The cleansing prescence of blood over me.
Trying to eradicate the feeling beneath me, seeming to believe flesh isn't what I'm craving. It'll all be better in just a few hours only after I slaughter, devour and shower in bloody catharsis.
I miss the taste of severed nerve endings. I'll cut and kill the
by ~The13thAntiChrist
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