My mind is not my own.
I'm gone.
Self flaying my soft skin.
I'm lost.
Feeling my tendons open.
Flows a river of velvet lush.
Innocence defiled at my hands.
Evil that cheerfully jests and prances.
Prayers unto body.
Bayonets unto the skin.
Intestines hang from the jungle vines.
Piling the bodies one by one.
This looming blood lust.
A feverish itch.
What have I done?
What have I done?
All is not right.
In my temple.
I can feel the centipedes.
Crawling between my muscles.
I'll be their sacred womb.
We're they may hide from the sun.
Break your limbs on the gravel and rejoice!
The eyes in the trees watch as I turn the knife on me.
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Imagine the voices of every person from every conversation you ever had suddenly talking in your head ALL AT ONCE at 5x the speed in a sheer hatred directed solely at YOU while you’re withdrawing and having terror inducing hallucinations while every single person on earth is talking about you, worse yet they’re laughing at you at the same time in glass shattering high pitched shrieks and they have no eyes, just empty sockets, grinning with nails for teeth til they catch you up….
Have fun you 🫵 Tell Ya Fucking Story Walking…
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