Split
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The leaves have this curl to them; Racing past, golden hues like wisps of a horse tail not yet fenced in No more stiffening of this black substance This is more beautiful than pleasure I read One by one they fall, taking the last year with them Away from me Candy apple red; I want my lips to match But I can only see the glow around me Shedding its skin And full like everything else It helps me molt then retreat I’m so fucking sick of bеing humyn
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 05, 2026
Static is what I lay my head upon Watching you build this city Cities built upon an idea of eternity Refugees and restrictions Your consumption is like scripture Stunted growth because of the shadow Daily life is the temple Master, prehistoric, fucker
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 05, 2026
I am the worm that moves from page to page Reaching for his arm, patched-up stripped sleeve Steel spirals shine from their vests This is madness Pure darkness Burning death-flies and contorted flesh Looking from the line, they mumbled Streams of steam tumble Drifting from our gums... A wish for the clouds; pure harsh rain I am the mixed menace I am the half-bred whore They didn’t ask for anything but our mothers forest floor
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 05, 2026
Couch-dweller, he hides in secret The last pair of eyes under the hall closet Can you balance? Can you show me yourself? A mission to the junkyard (Just trash stretched across industrialized land) For the first time I've found something I've been searching for Anything His body, a bone casket Can you keep me company, Keba? Because I can't sleep with knives anymore
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 05, 2026
You can't you can’t you can’t Treat me like this Wicked and winged rubbing my eyes There’s no limit to what a mind can absorb A pounding, pulsating anger that is no longer humyn Glorified dawn, I spit in your face Come at me, try and eat your most precious host Give me the soul of a giver, teacher-preacher My roses will bloom where the tide touches the sky
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 05, 2026
Dealing, I'm always just dealing Strewn about, pulled too thin Thinking about what’s about to rip "I think I know you from a past life" Being cautious, always watching my back I’ve been attracted to you like a fly to a mucus trap I’ve always been wrestling your internal pain Woke up from dreams where I undressed you from a priestly gown I played with dangerous toys and suffered a catastrophe It began with deafness and shut me down, now with dreadful shrieks The lights go out, the house shakes and implodes on itself Concave-mirrored walls, my own head has bred its very own version of distress
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 05, 2026