steel twists like vines around my bones, endoskeleton must become exoskeleton

[autumnsunset]

deconstructivism
french philosophism
existentialism
all the trap doors from my past have been swung open creating craters dark matter comming to devour me in a new fury with sharp canine teeth.
i have traded my guns for knives, and i am not sure wether i am impaling them or scarring myself.
i am alias
i am alias
i am alias
i should wear my flesh like my mother should wear her shaved head- like a new fashion statement.
human swissarmy knife made in the mountains of romania.
i am not a phantom.
i am not a nameless faceless. although hard to beleive today.
i cant sleep
i cant sleep
i cant sleep
there is no resolution
my rivers have turned red my sky is black and the air is white and thick, i cant breathe.
silence to void to vacuum
dont be afraid.
i am not afraid.
what do you bring to the table?