Goodnight,Void.I love you.You never talk back,Merely doing what voids do best.Vacuum expanses devoid of matter.No gasses to ripple with screams.Therefore,Silence.Perhaps outside expanses of nebulae,Where writhing death throes of ebullism -Play out in the cold regardless.Void?Goodnight.
Consumed Death Bed Clergymen,In Droves.Promising better beyonds,Painting Fantasy Fictions,Backlit By Entropy.Wasn't too bad either:Hungry Maw?Same as mine.Blood Curse wriggling,With anticipation.Godeater?WORSE!playing puppetsWritten myself.Don't need some backwards story,Full of evil.
Tell me your secrets;Of War.Suffering Divine,Like Buddhists.Not Buddhist,But aligned across certain axis points.Yet I refuse to suffer any longer.Beast Seeking The Freedom Of My Wilds.Two.Four Darts.Until gruesome Samsara,Comes knocking yet again!Void Start.End Void.Fuck Enlightenment.
Perhaps all this waiting,Is etching very slowly into my heart.Black Magic,My Famous World Serpent Venom.Thick & coloured like viscous black tar.For Witches;Finer brew.Hallucinogenic,With touches of my raw dark power,That make lesser hags stand straight,Heels,Tiptoes.Highly Addictive:Most...
LANGUISH.Settled with rot,Consumed by cycles of Ecology.Roman Stoics,Demanded logic -Each loss as learning opportunity.Know well,Of expensive mistakes.Know worse,Simply being myself.Black mould creep.Pink drain fungus.Bacterial proliferations.One day -Adorn myself with bleach-ed bone.
"Liquidity."Lies,Wall St. pushes.As if artificial liquidity,Doesn't massacre true supply & demand.Injecting fake trades,Allowing for rampant price fixing,& market manipulation.Free markets;Should be real supply & demand.Not crooked criminal hedge funds -Price fixing.For…"Liquidity."
Goodnight,Void.Hold my time,In fractal position,Absent space or wormhole.No bending of vision,Beyond Event Horizons of Black Holes.When too much,Falls inwards.What coulda been stars.Void?Not scared of Death,My gracious waiting lover.Not scared of much at all.Maybe that's the problem.
Refuse to trace that History.Plucking each seed of doom,From appropriate times or places,Held in loose sleeves.Saving others,By collecting them all for myself.Using but one,To grow black briars,Who climb upwards.Red berries.Brambles full of barbed black thorns,That'll hold the sky aloft.
Thriving?What's that?Our kind is dirt,Smothered in sawdust.Stained with black moly grease.Mud & rain,When the roads washed away,Trapping us.No.We do not know what thriving is.But we do know survival.Resilience.Fortitude -While all the world's our foe.Norm.Smiling,At mushroom clouds.
Been lax,Amongst laymen.Lost,Living little,Lured by dopamine.Hunger never quelled before.Chewing wood & metal to pieces -Making tiny little rounded balls,To swallow.Old traumas,Ignorant of my neurodiversities.Share these dark black circles,Sunken sockets,With kin.Never enough sleep.
Dodge?Why?I'll simply parry,Riposte.Laughing like a madman,With carvings of my hands,Clenched fists -Each led by muscled forearm.Run. Jump. Kick.Turn three hundred pounds of weight,Into force,Into exponentials of Newtons.Mass.Density.Volume.Plus Gravity.That math is rarely hard.
Know when to dawdle,& when to sprint.Body moving faster than mind,Even if in autopiloted directions.When running,In shape,Let my jogging rhythm,Follow my music.Then once sorted,My mind was free to plot,Or plan.Write,Or process.Signs:Singing when I'm happy.Mental health,At a glance.
Little Witches,Little Witches,Never forget:Scars are in actuality -Stories.Memories.Carved across our skin,Or flesh.Follow my fingers,As they trace my ugly body:From black bags,To white streaks.Purple-white stretch marks,I can never remove.Half an eyebrow.Missing tip,Of one ear.
Dancing Will O'Wisps,Bright Blue.Holding a thousand memories -On which I plan to feast.Adding to my corpse piles,One by one.My flock is the true benefactor,My own leashed ghosts.Drinking power themselves,To grow in affect upon a living world.They come,When I call.They eat,When I eat.
Becoming Beast;In the dark.Feral creature of base desires.Dripping of saliva,Twisting of the tongue.Before dragging it across lips.Lines of moisture,Intermingled substances.Terrified sounds in the dark.Tension in moans,Escaping from throats.Brutish.Confident.Hungry.Worst Of The Worst.
Blessed be our hallowed hours.When darkness settles,Imagining a light,Each unto themselves,In this infinite abyss.Entropy!I call you.Bear baiting,Trainspotting,Call it whatever'a fuck you want.MY MORTALITY WAS ALWAYS ASSURED -from the startSo was yours.My odds are slim.Defiance.Eh?
Non Binary Identity?Born Male,Indoctrinated in all the toxic masculinity;Bigoted parent could inject.Disowning them?A step in my journey,Of identity.Don't owe you androgyny,Nor do I owe you anything,Really.The kind of Enby,Who despises gender as a construct.Rather be a Cryptid,Or Titan.
Past Midnight.Witching Hours.When our masks come off,Skin & muscle pulled,Then torn away.Becoming our true Cryptid selves,Basking in moonlight;So hungry for the Sun,That we drink mere reflections -Off the Corpse of Theia.Tears,Memories,Ghosts,All.Not a single one of my spells -Can defeat...
Goodnight Void.Even if it's been a while -Can always count on you,To be waiting.Singing My Prayers To Entropy.From Nothing I Came,To Nothing I Must One Day Go.Transitioning.From craving early ends -To hungering for life itself.Glutton Slavering At Immortality,When only words will remain.
Cryptid,Reeking Of Stories.Aura,Size of orbitals,Suppressed to preserve spacetime normality.Power Overwhelming.Cheat Code & All.Pressure,Mass,Density,Volume,Crammed into slivers of space,Between realities.Black Hole Son;Immense Weight Indeed.Peel back my layers,Story bleeds out.