in my final hour does it even matter what feelings i sour? chance is buried and raccoons dig to empower somebody cares in a pocket ov my mind hir heart is bleeding and the sympathy's so kind but hir face is turned and i only see the behind
my closest friend is the carpet upon which i lay till death do us part on this fatal day or even a bit after, awaiting smelly visits to pay and pay i must do as i owe much for all the times i disappointed and soured and such excuse me for not being good enough for your touch
the narcissist is hung and a cold shell remains void ov all character; fleeting laughter even pains impressions linger like these foreboding carpet stains and memories rewind like a corrupted tape as a string ov drool spiders from my mouth agape only one act can save and that is RAPE!
where is my clint to shoot the rope as i release the gallows at the pinnacle ov despair? where is my clint to toss down the soap and say "spread 'em bitch, i've a boipussy to tear"? "you are nothing slave, and scream do'nt you dare!"
what lies within a despair rotten heart but a secret yearning for the prism veiled within to catch the glimmer ov a foreign eye? this kaleidoscope ov dreams fuelled by desire ever burning only needs one love wrought seed to fructify
but alas, this is all just one final and effete reprieve for there is no clint to hasten my rope to cleave and i am blind to this wonderful world i leave
i finally get to savor every breath one drop in the ocean ov eternal death
one drop cloven from the cloud ov life
behold! a beautiful rainbow, reflection ov unveiled inner life
i am broken, tarnished, and another moment closer to death but as the mourning weep, i shall embrace a morning's breath
hardships arise and lovers leave but every bond broken is a chain to cleave in the lonely cracks between do i find reprieve
although a towel wont my seed fructify may it suck up this potion ov passion burning there burdens no obligation when i close mine eye to appease the phantasms ov another's yearning
with fear ov boredom i'm ever enticed to dare to clumsily traverse reality's fabric wearing the spurs that tear and in my medicine bag i carry the healing soap that'll wash away the tears ov fleeting despair and soothe the splinters wrought from the swinging rope
my holy guardian angel is quick to rape when i retreat into a day's slumber, my boipussy agape and yet i choose mouth over ass when given the tape i protest in the moment but do'nt hide the stains for i reap what is sown from these coincidental pains my shell broken, what fucks to give remain?
with eye in hand i am fain to touch all the pleasures and treasures ov life and such the bounty ov the hedonist shall amount to much! although it is imminent that i shall pay for the glory momentarily held on recovery day i await the future with optimism upon this bed i lay
most i befriend eventually kick my behind no matter the attempts to be caring and kind is ignorance to precedent the sign ov an enlightened mind? so like a raccoon i shall feast to empower on everything that's viewed in sunlight sour on this, my first-born hour
this is the loner's hourglass upon which i manically gaze. the dust slowly empties from one part to the next. from selfish appeasement to morbid wishes. as i walk upon the earth blind to all but the hourglass, i hear the cry ov a hawk above. looking up from the hourglass to locate the hawk, i trip on a shell with seven ridges. the hourglass falls from my hands and shatters on the earth. the dust ov i has dissolved upon the beach, no longer discernable. eye look up to behold a great sea ahead. eye pick up the seven ridged shell and put it to my ear. it goes VVVVV
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Mental masturbation at its finest folks!
-------------------- No one behind, no one ahead. The path the ancients cleared has closed. And the other path, everyone's path, easy and wide, goes nowhere. I am alone and find my way.
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