I'm a carnal, organic anagram. Human flesh instead of written letters. I rearrange my pathetic tissue. I incise, I replace, I'm reformed. . I eradicate the fake, pre-present me.
I'm a carnal, organic anagram. Human flesh instead of written letters. I rearrange my pathetic tissue. I incise, I replace, I'm reformed. . I eradicate the fake, pre-present me.
I'm a carnal, organic anagram. Human flesh instead of written letters. I rearrange my pathetic tissue. I incise, I replace, I'm reformed. . I eradicate the fake pre-present me.
Subdued and repressed. A son of the vortex in faceless progress, coaxing, tugging, grinding. So elevated so God.. Refit this vessel of confusion to bring the eloquence of the mute..
Drowned in this screaming silence. Embraced by shadows, they tear me. The wormholes free my eyes. . The blood boils - it knows. My thoughts burn as minds liquify, vaporize.
So imminently visible, this cloaked innocent guilt. Sentenced to a lifetime, a second of structure chaos. Trampled by the ferocious, raging crowds of solitude.
The feeding frenzy of my starving soul, gnawing voraciously at the bones, the exo-skeletal patchwork protecting my own reflection within. The twin-and-same engaged in the mirrored act of chewing away at the shell of my attacking self. The paradox unseen.
Kmenie zrivosi mojej hladujcej due hlod ravo moje kosti.. Exo kostrov zltanina ochrauje mj vlastn odraz, vo vntri je ale. dvojnk rovnako ponoren do zrkadlovho odrazu jeho zoierajceho v ulite sebazraovania .. To paradox nevdan..
Lasciviously they move. Two powers bound for unity. Like magnets, they align, under immunity. The product of their congress, their libidinous deed. Insatiable mouth of conflict and greed.
The void clenches its determined jaws. A lethargic, careless motion to kill. Monstrous, prodigious, indifferent. Slow and deliberate its torturous skills.
This could've been a good day. to enjoy how life can be. But instead I wake up in myself. look down ashamed to understand. what we ignore insanity. We wait for the problems.
This could've been a good day. to enjoy how life can be. But instead I wake up in myself. look down ashamed to understand. what we ignore insanity. We wait for the problems.
I can't run away from the thing in me. I'm weakening down another now developing within. . I can feel it it's inside my head. Connected to my brain this other me is.
The scattered jigsaw of my redemption laid out before my eyes. Each piece as amorphous as the other. Each piece in its lack of shape a lie.
I'm the great Leviathan, insatiable colossus. Titanic engulfer of lives, I reward you, absorb you. I'm the monstrous mouth that hungers for your awe. Immense construction of lies. I own you, disown you.
I'm the great Leviathan, insatiable colossus. Titanic engulfer of lives, I reward you, absorb you. I'm the monstrous mouth that hungers for your awe. Immense construction of lies. I own you, disown you.
I. I - this fractal illusion burning away all structure toward the obscene. I - to cleanse, to purge, to breach eternity and smother all life. Blind - these mortal men of clay, divine and dying in their harnessed form.
I'm the concrete leper sickness repulsion embodied. But hear the sermon escaping my vermin mouth. You might even stay with me in the dirt. I'm soaked in putrid sewage risen from empty words.
Vitalize your benevolent thoughts today. Encrust the encumbrance that encroach your brain. A devastated world we'll see in tomorrow's society. crushed by our own alternatives we've got ourselves to blame.
I feel torn apart. A vile misfit fallen deep into affliction of my hollow mind. The sense of suffocation grows inside my lungs. When I wake into truth I'm back among the blind.