twitchfetish

you hide from your delusions like they're something to be ashamed of... you control your thoughts instead of embracing the succulent nectar that is the blood on your lips... speed and passion and control and death and depth and delusion and construction and revelation and separation and desperation and solace and pain and hurt and healing and heart and friends and decay and release.... calcification and ramifications of things you didnt even know existed...you have to destroy what you think is important before you can live through the deep separation that is your true existence....forget what you know and be what you are not and be what yo

You are running... just running... you forget exactly what from... but you know that if you stop you will never survive its clenched teeth and fists... its as if the universe is just sitting there watching you flail about helplessly while it chips away at you... one atom at a time... you fly apart like a bug in the grip of a vacuum... and your scream is just as loud... your hands are frozen solid as you watch them crawl through the intervening space to cover your shame... its nearly over now... your nails dig into your conciousness like a broken mirror and you find yourself staring at the reflections of your shattered insight with a

How do you cope when you have forgotten how it feels to be alive... to exist in a purely emotional sense... when your everyday being is just a shadow of what you know yourself to be? How do you cope when you know you are just a caption to your own shredded life... its ugly...scarred...broken face thats ultimately invisible to anyone but yourself? what is this feeling? The nagging feeling that just wont go away... the itch you just cant scratch... the memories that make you cry because you cant ever get them back... i haven't cried in a long time... The day to day existence that is just a haze... a nothing land that gives nothing ba

a cold wind within the fears a demented hope within hope the clocks tick and the ravens call and your eyes shut to the tears you should have shed its too long ago now the crows-feet show the strain you try to hide this permanence that you wish was clear this shattered crystal reality that tears your mind and opens your soul to the tempest you try to consecrate what you are told is real try to hold it, let it become you, let it hold you but you see it through cataracts - a shady reality at best while your soul, naked, screams into the void (everything you know is wrong everything you feel is false everything you love will die e

...defining a false dream of the satisfied... ...a powerless necrotic fascination... ...chaotic infatuation with insignificance... ...random (inso)maniacal defecative stupification... ...dessicated (simpli)city lights and egostatistical anatanomalies... ...severity in motion... ...fictional condensity... ...saturational seeping tidal dystopic cadence... ...automatonal discordian separation obscenities... ...anxious (duck and)cover(t) operationationalities... ...seeth(is) me... th(is) me... this is me...

something comes, its teeth bared to the snow... (the compromise that shades us all in tears...) we hide in this shallow hole and pray for our graves despite the plaintive calls of those who love us... a moon forever shining among the flowers... so much time has passed...so much... and the carrion-lies we carry mark the path... we wander amongst the thorns while we shed our coats for dreams... ...and shed our hopes to crave a broken child... the veins are closed now, the needle torn and the door has opened to a new creation our eyes dilate to take in the smoky horizons and we pulse with the rhythm of the chanting... a captured for

sacrifice yourself to this... insurmountable indescribable indecisiveness... pray to your god and flay your hands as they creep towards your cold cold eyes and murder your soul in the wake of its division... the dreams that took you alive now reflect in your eyes... she's scared of you now you know... there's nothing you can give me that i can't take for myself... through the gates and slums you shadow and tail the refuse of broken lies... a numbing needle that taps your vanity and soothes the open sores on your feet... she knows... the sin in your nightmares regains its sacred inflection... turn it off turn it on turn it o

with the beat destroying the membrane between fantasy and reality... simplicity breaking this foetid barrier of mind and soul... come with me and embrace the passion and lust we derive from such mundane imperfections... this drive we all call and feel and release through the spirit that we deny except when we cry so hard that nothing else is real... nothing else is real... jarring and broken this homage to antiquity finds release any way we can feed it... savage and careless and demented and desperate and imperceptably erotic... subtle transgressions like blood on our lips on your lips on her lips that fire the haemosemen and revolve i

power and passion and carbon and dead city nitrates crawl over your face in soft, sibilant utterances of desire as you masticate the suckling-teat hypocrisy without so much as blinking away the acid it spurts in your eyes you lie here pathetic powerless unloved deflated deflowered denuded debrided derided and dead and believe what you will.... dreams and delusions cons and continuity leers and lies and libations breasts and beasts and beats and bated breath a surly swirl of slow seismic sin and satiety studs the sorry, slothful sickening of your soul as you crawl and cry and creep and craze over something you couldn't