Proper function guarded suction
release release release!
Be this, become that!
Know something, no nothing!
You write for inspiring the human conditioner
Who are you? Is there hope? Answer me!
I write for filth and pride
I lie I lie I lie to make up what I cannot be!
every look, every touch, every fucking guarded word
Let me go!
Release release release
Fuck you restraint, fuck you restraint fuck you restraint!
Perfection walks on wisps of dreams constructed to explain away
filth and pride filth and pride filth and pride
let me go let me go let me go
Drummer strike strike strike, drop the stick and really strike!
I can't I lied I lied I lied
I can't release release release
They keep lying and I keep on letting them
distract distract distract
Let his cum, this shame, this lie lie lie
Let me die die die
How unrefined and too direct, how simple and unwise,
how troubled the cries of me who lies
1 comment:
We had spoken about this being a piece of frustration at not being able to express the unexpressable. I think that this battle you face could be the inspiriation for a breed of battle poetry, something that will be horrific and beautiful, a test that leads to a full panoply of unexpected creativity.
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