Spoth

Gall The audacity To dress me down In this mess and out Take me to task with lies Purposeful pause Scavenge our roles This trauma wont stop keeping me on my toes Ebb starts to flow, like a storm Now but why… why? Routines, inconsistencies In this surgery Time to change the sheets Pillows hot, heart is bouncing Stomachs empty The balance between inner peace and a war Your barter is weak You align yourself with godless dopes The audacity, youre empty Forever vacant

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

The walls are weak My chair is numb And your dress is torn Boredom and precarity occupy the time When can we leave? Is this appearance proof Of an organized slaughtering Coming unhinged The guests start to scream Not enough gambling dancing and drinks Gluttony among the deceased This dread cacophony Ceiling gave way, crashing on this party Having our best last moments And everyone is dead

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025