I Am Not A Rapper. Fo’ Realz.
breathing, but silent. watching. waiting. again and again and again. come to my window tonight, beast, and my flesh shall dance. ribbons of twilight encompass your violent eyes until I’m lost in a swirling mist. my razorblade smile draws beads of crimson roses. a tributary from the great river I yearn for. liquid red swabbed with velvet lying just below your porcelain crust. humour me, my feast, and wrap that probing tongue around my blade.
through these puddles doused, drenched
i see myself again and again
each time more confusing than the last
then finally with bruised and broken remnants
of the former me
i become
god-like
a realization
bringing me back
to the memory of each stone being placed
a bright light breaks through
leaving you
no choice but to find
comfort in me
this rusted cage
swinging
me back and forth from reality
to insanity
i cannot find
comfort in either
my escape is made
right {correct?} within myself
a fetal glimpse
a nuetral sin
NARMOTHERFUCKINGWHALS!
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