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ghosts don't see nothing in the half light

peers waiting, i'll join them eventually

dim is dim is dim is dim is dim

squinting into darkness summons monsters

would you rather see or not?


azure drapes to hide the port holes

the sunshine makes demons turn acrid

acid thoughts flood miles of nerves

i am going on and on

stoppings the only thing that scares me more

momentum bleeds from contented hearts

getting stuck was the easy part


sold my soul on clearance to lighten the load

i couldn't give it away

spinning wheel alternatives gave me something to do

i chase horizons to the hills

in the dead of night i grow another face

illusory doubles joined at the brain

imbibed alibis sing it to sleep, he is mine


do not look upon my bloody claws, you'll find no context there

only wretched whimpers and arterial curses

cannot and will not are semantic in the opening of veins

blood flows regardless, and i have not stopped myself

hidden hunger lashes outwards into open air

i am seen

the yowling beast with no past or future


bleeding out in the privacy of my own mind

at bay until levees break and the worlds awash in crimson

battery acid pressure washers peel away excess

i am expected to do unto others


secret police with our dicks in our hands

protecting eachother from the world we made

hard times and hard men with aversions to softness

beartrap smiles keep loved ones on edge

their vigil keeps them sharp


soldier, worker, leader, corpse

these are the games we play

these are the goals we make

pleasures must be won or taken

you must be implicated then given something to lose


born to die for our fathers, like our fathers

sacrificial and sacred sayeth the lord

we thank them for showing they care enough to bloody us

cruel attention is better than indifference


the mirror has become accusatory

stretching back ahead of me, i am repulsed

our mouths match, but it is blind to necessity

creative differences, it doesn't know i was made too

pruned and reduced since i was small

gardeners grew me crooked to hide their leanings


cover up the missing in plain clothes

all my heroes wore masks

walking through tall grass incautious of snakes

they never offered me the apple

wicker woman fantasies kindling flames

my ancestors burned and then burned

missteps muted as raging infernos tear down the hills


draconic din reminder of sins

atheism's convenient, but oblivion's unappetizing

i want to live forever, but not as god made me

can one be good without doing it? 

how much does action weigh?

i would ask forgiveness, but gods hands are bloody too

easy answers, artificial, so what's a man to do?



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