Trifle with my inhalation, subjugation, find me in the sapling hierarchy

Graphic certainty, assisting oligarchy, find me in the timberland of rested pipedreams

I cannot help but notice, you’re falling behind the carcass

Find me in the voluptuary paragon of reveries

I beg your pardon

Halt upon delusions of simple grandeurs, frightened caldrons of aspirations

I beg your pardon

Reality becomes false, a trance like state with existential properties

My hermeneutic subjectivity will become the murder of crows

Here for moral anthropoid obliteration

Obliterate me

Find me, forfeit me, and forge me into the sapling hierarchy

My artless delusion is your modest demolition

Intricate knots around my limber roots, merely broken boots

Let us now relive, humble laughter found in shivs

I am only pretentious; ground me here

Look into his rationalist view, right on cue

The joke

 is

on you

Unassumingly my greatest objective

Molecules dancing on the end of a knife, flesh tearing into strips of gold and silver.

Strands of metallic kindle that are ready to relinquish the flames of my fantasies.

Watch the colors fold under my eyelids and into my irises, flickering against the letters of my script. 

Chilling horde of latex figures, kindly taking a piece of me
Latch on, no time for waiting, dip down into shallow sea
Grading fractions of syntax, feel free to relax
They mimic the hovering of sewer rats with nothing to attack

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The numbers count down to the beginning of a failing birth
Giving her no time to rehearse the eery screams of the dying church
They fail to give me anything I can project within my current girth
Daring dangerous paragraphs and flighty stratospheres to perch
They’re all giving up on humanity, and I only want to save my sanity
Please don’t fail to give me back my precious vanity, I cringe
Bridges burning, I can hear them screeching into the open trench
They only want you to save yourself from the water below me
Don’t drown, burn in the depths of the hell they serve indefinitely

Repetitious Existence. ~Revised~

She goes ‘round, with these chains that have her bound.
Choking her life with her own destruction.

She asks herself why, why can she barely get by;
With her very own oblivious extermination.
Oh my, she’s creating a massacre.
Of all the things that were meant to help her.

She grabbed hold of those chains and took them from her feet.
Unleashing the secret that she had never been beat.
Cast them onto the horizon and around the sun,
Just to know that she had only begun.
So now she pulled the light towards herself.
Trusting the heat wouldn’t cause her to melt.
And just as she started to feel its everlasting warmth,
She let go.
This was not the end.

She now walked and stepped and jumped.
Directly into the abyss she had fallen into before.
Although, it wasn’t just for her anymore.
Now she brought back a few more hearts,
Cast them into the sun for a reborn start.
She continued this charade for a real good while,
The good deeds she suddenly had turning into a great big pile.

Hold up, wait, hold on. Now she started to feel the weight.
The unexpected had finally made its wake.
Rising up slowly and into her soul,
Making her mind no longer feel whole.
She returned to her mess, the chains, and the rest.
Hoping that maybe it would be for the best.
Yielding her happiness and giving it up,
Just because something had interrupt.
They were thoughts like this that make it difficult.
To live your life without being cynical.

That sun still stood, mighty and tall,
Watching her grievously while she went through it all.
The hearts that were burning with its eternal fire,
Knowing that the moon had cast down its favorable liar.
The man on its surface laughing hysterical,
The sun looking up and listening unbearable.

A star far away heard the girl’s unconscious cry,
The sun sending a message for reasons you know why.
So the bright shining thing made its way to Earth,
Knowing that it was going to have to witness a birth.
It went to the girl and listened to her pleas.
Kneeling down to only one knee.
It said, “Child, You knew this day would come,
When the sun would say that he had had enough
Come with me, I can take you back
To all the things that you wish you had
Let go of the sovereignty that wraps around your brain
Go clean up your soul in the next predicted rain.”
She looked at it with an unsure eye,
Though the smile that lit up her face took up a whole new shine.

She nodded her head and took a step forward.
Her life having been saved another time onward.
So now she decided to live her life new.
Cleaning up lives as if she was directly on cue.
She grew old in her age and looked on her past.
Thanking the star and living in the sun’s path.
The ray of light shining upon her,
Until, she herself, became her own star sister.

Time doesn’t wait for us to make our shitty decisions. 

Eyes that burn through my own, she’s looking deep into the questions I ask myself. 

Her stare stings, like conflicting people trying to notice themselves. 

She smiles, testing her beautiful features against the light. 

My admiration for her ponders amongst its own, but golden locks continue to linger in my line of sight. 

She shifts her slim figure, and so do I, as we dance to a silent inquiry. 

Miles turn into feet, that run into inches

into centimeters drawn

into silence imitated by heartbeats slowing

a touch so gentle, I break into a million pieces

and rejoice at how lovely I feel

Sit among trees of gold and feel as if you’re sinking,
Into moments gone by within the past of a future hour.
Feel movement within stiff spine,
Heat onto cold lips.
Embrace the continuous pulse of a vein under the pressing of your fingertip.