I on the Knife (Second Wound)

Look, touch it with your finger Square hole, hell Feels good Cut your palm, then slice it Blood running down your arms Running down your neck Sit down, hurts Take the knife, slice your thighs next Blood pooling abyss Rushing out like emptiness Eviscerating passages (There is no time) In the fire of exigence (There is no time) Leap, you fall on the hole You, trying to die Leapt, searing pain before Epistemic suicide This wound is your life Knowing, cutting, sever your head Now you sit on the knife Burning pleasure, unknowing death Mocked by the abyss Emptiness as terrorist Eviscerating passages (There is no time) In the fire of exigence (There is no time) Leap, you fall on the hole You, trying to die Leapt, searing pain before Epistemic suicide This wound is your life Knowing, cutting, sever your head Now you sit on the knife Burning pleasure, unknowing death You were trying to die To kill the pain before You knew there was pain Existence without being Father as a knife Mother as a tomb You will always be Wound of eternity You were trying to die on the cross To kill the pain before the pain got worse Fear of sacrifice, the knowledge of pain Fissured, known, the fist of truth will yawn Orgy, cross, light, crepuscular loss

Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 08, 2026