You're sharpening the blades,
No - please - don't hang them above my bed,
Like a biological guillotine,
generation exile
I want something for nothing, but I swear I'll pay anything
How do you get rid of Nothing,
A void that stands in the way of All...
Self, and other such things that boil down toTruth?
Rip me just like a duvet... must be reverse Oedipus
I don't wanna be found behind kitchen wallpaper, and hollowed walls
my wrist is your scorecard, my bruises just your size
You didn't want to hurt me, I know you didn't
You only wanted me dragged down, and killed like you
Stories of a child, make the hungriest predators
A child's story... just the hunger for substance growing
...And stifling,
by laws, by convention and...age of the body,
but it's as old as the abuse it endures... and the soul is older
I have been your veal... no movement,
"there is no such thing as outside...
this is your home, this is existence -
SHOW Me HOW HAPPY YOU ARE"
The meal will be so much more savory...
my social tendons never allowed to grow,
my... my... composure is feeble,
Is This Even Mine Anymore?!
The fences...and their mirage... of green life growing,
just past what I can really make out through this genetic fog,
and children thriving...
I know nothing but the damp, bleak...
concrete walls... I'm too weak for my own candor -
Too weak for my savior
Too weak to do anything but fight. and struggle.
and shine resilience,
feign strength,
force the power
to defy martyrdom,
hate patience
for motivation
...To be held in the rain,
carried from slaughter,
the government is in my head,
Flooded with conspiracies of the common psychotic,
with an incestuous twist And you are the only sickness now
You are innately in my blood -
is that why it's greying, ashing, and flaking
All for what's inside... All for what's inside...
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