Hypomanic Skin
And everyday it comes Memories of her hand And everyday it goes Memories of her hand
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Raise the dead again for a final stand "But not the flower girl" One more test of faith how many forms await "At least three" Grind harder, grind harder than before Hoard ethers and elixirs fool This lifeform is now God but was once your father Fully buffed and ready to rough up Guides on tabs ready to look up The horns blare marking the start First dialogue referencing Sarté As the sampled timpanis sound And flashing bodies hit the ground an expository speech For 13 minutes it must preach Second form and it's immune to scorn looks like a thing that refused to be born Palette swapped pile of wings for it's counterattack it sings As the choir belts a chord And the wings eat the sword The fallen will again rise And the player feign surprise For the final phase into space we're raised "It's always space" Another monologue why are these such a slog "At least the music is cool" Grind harder, grind harder than before Hoard ethers and elixirs fool This lifeform is now God but was once your father
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Painting on the pain With every brush stroke Gender paints a picture Of why we feel broke From every interaction And every expectation It's just about a FUCKING HOLE FUCKING HOLE FUCKING HOLE FUCKING HOLE I can't wait to be rid of this deterrent With the gatekept knife or social change what's gonna happen 50k or revolution Nothing will change it never will change why does it hang like this The ghost of what could've been Is it all permanent The feeling of what men say to me Is it the hole I lack Or what I could be Why do we care so much About the shape of something most won't touch It drives it asunder The knife will surrender The flesh is torn away Release will come It drives it asunder The knife will surrender The flesh is torn away Away away away away I don't know if I want to see this through The pain The wait The pain I wait What would I do if it didn't come true-oo I still want to be Loved I still want to be Still reigning high in the court Is the council of your body Every person a part of the trial To judge you from your body Body Body I still want to be Loved I still want to be Constructed pressures placed To mold you and your body Beat your wings of ash Trying to free your body
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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