Losing The Last Bit Of Truth To Yourself And Becoming The Thing You Despise The Most In Life, Your Own Worst Enemy.
It feels scattered to breathe with this fixating and pulsing rush. I skin my face of immortalizing expressions , jump into your blood drained grave and chew the arm that pulls your rope. I spew a thought of nihilistic rage
and send my dreams through portals of abysmal bliss. Choking the threat that evolves behind the ghost in my eyes.
It fades into a blank canvas of a darkened moon. Half sank and rejected Revelations thrive the beast within my desirable cannibalistic intent. A quick reach and a simple touch of angered flesh tears the nerves of insatiable sin and the body twitches as the heart becomes calloused. Breath , feel the pain of a poisoned blade penetrating the thickness of night which flows death through your veins.
Bleed it out and let the transformation of a scarred soul break the moons reflection of the empty shell of flesh for which you are about to become.
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