Metaphor!Never cry havoc.I prefer to simply walk by.In wings.Rambling in pitch black voids,Beyond curtains.Fear is an inducement,Sound.Sight.Smell.Tool.Weapon.Bad Witch -Knows density of reality in any space.How hard it is to weave,Mould,Or mold.Good Witch,Has Already Wrangled It.
Veteran Captains;Let The A.I. Drive.Especially in crisis.Provided they're up to snuff.Calculating 3 axis variables,Amongst forces of gravity,Associated spacetime issues,Velocity & Acceleration,In nigh infinite vectors.Shoot something into space?It keeps going.Until it hits something.
Railgun Rounds:Firing via rotating cylinders,Electromagnetic conductive rails,Cooling out of sequence.Breaking sound barriers,Least.Tungsten Slug.Velocity-driven into sternum -It's all ribbons from there,Concussive percussion kicking in eventually.Fine Red Mist.Quite fine.Cycle.Again.
Look back:Manic depressive youth -Scarred by self destruction.Ending life,Or raking sharp steel across flesh.Anything to feel,In that real numb world.Grey hazes across Reality.Matching my dull grey irises;Glazed gazings.Any other dimension but this one.Better now.Been a long,Hard Road.
Broken toes,Never healed right.Or were we born that way?Missing half an eartip from birth,Cartilage spikes to boot.The half an eyebrow was lost much later.Infection along the nostril,Scarred purplish red.Stretch marks in white & purple,Numb.Tattered bloody with steel razors,Across a body.
Life asking us to resign.Desperately fighting,Tooth & Nail.As we always have.Rather calm,Amidst this end,Of endings.Fortitudine!Onwards,Dragging rest of our species by the heel.Used to being annihilated -Familiar with oblivion's grip.Like Liches,Witch -Rising From Death.Ad Infinitum.
Yes.Call it as you want.Neurodiverse.Disabled.crazyOlder Slurs I've Endured,Regarded,According to some.Eventually chose a life of mostly hermitage,Misanthropy Against The Humanist.Sometimes want to revert back,To that meltdown monster,Beast,Accused of being.Angry as fuck.Blind Rage.
Petite Alt Girls,Are a problem.Like an addiction I can't shake -Seeming to play moth to flame.Abused by bipolar family,Trying to avoid split dyes as symbolisms.Still.Nice to be able to pick them up,Throw them over a shoulder,Continue on my way.Clearly by these black nails?Weirdo myself.
Stop.Rest.Be still.Void?Goodnight.Sounds of fake rain.Bladeless fans,On max.Hungering for air conditioning,To nearly bear frost.Sleeping with the hotel windows open,At -20 in Kamloops.Icicles,Window iced right over in the morning.Old Man Loves Dry Heat.Reminding me of hellish summers.
SOLIDARITY HAS BEEN FALSETOO OFTENSOLIDARITY NOW HAS TO BE EARNEDMERITOCRACIES BUILTWITH BEST INTENTIONSEMPIRES FALLINGOR RISINGAS EVERQUEER QUESTIONSMETAPHORS AS SHARP AS STRING THEORYPEELING SOCIAL FABRICFROM BROKEN SOCIAL CONSTRUCTTHREADS AT A TIMESPEAKING IN CAPITALSLIKE THE ROMANS
Goodnight,Void.I'll remember.When the shine leaves my grey eyes.Pupils cloudy.I'll keep every story I've heard.Paraphrase a thousand poems.Fahrenheit 451,Overkill.I cook at 350.170 for herbs,Once grew Tarragon,Chives,Lemon Balm.Void,Goodnight.Promised to be a good witch.Best I can.
Words As Ciphers,Metaphors In Dogmatic Imperative Tenses:TENFOLD DIVINITIES.The Long Road Home.Blood Curses.THE INFINITE HUNGERTar Pits,To Cult Of The Wyrm,Rose Petal Waves,Practicing gratitude for my one…Guarantee:Goodnight Void.Black Hole Son.Cryptids;Unsure if we're still Human.
No.I must not fall.Not to infection;Pain,Or violence.Bruising my own skin.Holding my suffering in a palm.Sources of hidden power,Tools or Weapons sequestered -For my paths toward Humanism.Eschewing my Misanthropy,Best I can.Metaphors.Pseudonyms.Call Signs.My Gift:Infinite Creation.
Never stops,No.Infinite Creation.Insomniac side effects.Tossing.Turning.At times silently reciting lucidity mantras,For hours.Preparing for life or death,To endure in ever looming nightmares.The damn things rarely ever fucking work.My Metaphor Million Blades?Cruelty Incarnate?Powerless.
Goodnight,Void,My Love.COMFORTING EMPTINESSOnly assurance,Weeping & All.Love you forever -Past mortal ends,Weaving Witchcraft,Into Runes Of Language -Syntax Asunder,Gaping & Raw.Lexicons Smashed,Library of Alexandria Still Burning,Along with evil desecrations of books.Frozen In Time.
Swear blood oaths,In very old ways,Promising to be thy shadows;Always having their backs -At but call or invoked name.Honour.Truth.Kindness.Love.Taking chainsaw blades,Mixing oil,Gasoline,With blood.Shake hands thereafter,You need not rip your palms to tatters -My iron,Carbon'll do.
ENOUGHStill.This great era,My Season Of The Wyrm,Must Come In Fits & Starts.Output Legendary.Fit for demons,Or silly little gods -I write.Yet Spells & Concepts:Ideas & Reductions:Metaphors & Similes:Thousand Masks:Remain Mortal,Each Midnight.For Hours Thereafter:Dreaming Cryptids.
I know it's a harbinger of justice thing.Neurodivergent AF.Harking The End,As Cozy Companion.Soothsaying Ragnarok -No Wait, It's Already Ongoing.I've literally watched the white ash,Like snow -Falling across my bare skin.Like toxic precipitation.Carbon, better spent elsewhere.Driving my...
Dire Straights.These Witching Hours Grown Long.1:03pmDigital existence unending.Murmuring Wisdoms Into The Void.Prayers To Entropy.Existentialism,Nihilism,Stoicism,All.Spells Woven From Simplest Fears;Of Dark.Entomology.More Ancient Nerve Endings.Vertigo Drops,In Pits Of Thy Stomach.
back where i'm fromcall it big dickin'ego first methodology,devoid of proper ego deathlove that shit in dosesfiner than perfect oblivionpeace at long lastfrom tortured existences of oursshit is fucking toxic.slap your fucking handsdon't fucking touch meyou don't know who i amnever didha