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A recipe for a hazard built out of scraps

Time is but a putrid conception

To get loose from this drug fuelled romp

A lighting second take out your breath

Deeper, nastier

Discriminate the sense of right or wrong

Express core will tremble

Neurotic obsession knows no rest

No brighter path

On a slash of sugar truths

PAIN

Ostracize the taste of men

DEATH

Satisfaction by Passion

URGE

Decimation in darkness

Madness embrocates my breath

The ocean of being rips us apart

The fall of the wanderer amuses his master

Distance. closure, love

Pleasant numbness

Psychic structure

Skin exudation

Unsavory thoughts

A mold covered nest

Teardrops

Empty conscience

Flanked by a timbered realm

Under the orb

Of a pale blue sky

Awareness lips

Celestial candlelight

Whispers of silence

So sacred above

Dogged with your unsettling whisper

Doting eyes staring down at them

Endless seclusion is the only choice

Factual desire is a fable

The deaf will surpass it's creator

Splitting their lives apart

Shrilling of Silver tongues

Future dreams deep down in codeine spoons

Swallowed by the almighty dictator

Who wrote their noxious code

No blood pressure cut down on your throat

Full pleasure on our sculpture of flesh

"How to transcend this sensual emptiness.

This urge, wrestle, resurrection of dry sticks,

Cut stems struggling to put down feet,

What saint strained so much,

Rose on such lopped limbs to a new life?

We won't figure out who he is

But who we are through hearing him

Discomfort and humour

PAIN

For the blank scum

DEATH

We miss our desire

URGE

I miss having lust