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“You know that I can feel you, right?
Trying so desperately to find your way out of the fractures of your cranium,”
The insulation falls through the ceiling,
the walls are damp,
the paint is chipped,
The air is thick and hot.
I cannot breathe, I never knew how.
“Your attempt at escape is futile.”
Plagued by a glass delusion,
A paradigm of a paradox.
Rubatosis reaches its peak,
The moon cried on my behalf tonight.
I opened the cellar door,
Got drunk off of my savior's blood,
I drowned in His anguish
and I’ve never felt closer to God.
But I am left begotten.
What am I to do with these broken bones?
Or these caved in ribs that you’ve spared?
How about these soot coated arteries?
Take them, they’re yours.
Gut me,
Watch me bleed so you know what I’m made of.
The end is nigh and I know it
There's no need to conceal the face of a fate I’ve already accepted.
However, I do appreciate the sentiment.
I’m sorry for the way that this faucet only runs from the eyes,
leaving the lips cold and dry.
Take a wrench straight to this water cooler,
unscrew the hinges and stare into this murky pool of pity.
Tear me apart limb by limb and rid me of these veins adored by amphetamines.
Dear God you make me sick, nauseating.
I feel you creeping up my throat but I push you down,
No matter how bitter the aftertaste. But the acidity still lingers,
Here lies the denouement of a Genesis,
and as scripture foretold it only gets worse from here.
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