a frame to fight a troubled face skin edit reflects a great and thunderous eye dark safe word an office of spirits hidden here natureless Unholy psychic hunting deep Heavy unruly birth True reach unknown burning ship crystal mind dream crow’s death behind One has a question, one will accuse One in the same to void area youth One has crown and veins through his clothes A disturbing reaction to court in repose The gigadeath pressure exploding the mind arcane mathematics hiding in plain sight A work and a myth that is truly bizarre hiding in shadow, obscuring the stars Rational considered violence Your answer Manipulates the context from outside Futureless Your dialectic fucked up in the rush Academic distance Your journey’s been a breeze Overstepped your reach Your boundary’s been confused Some steps unfounded Pick up or they’ll refuse sleep die work repeat Your distance, their dinner Eaten alive till the bells begin to ring Your choices, lined up here A grimoire of errors to see Unnatural, unheeded An event horizon in view A clever solution the cavity in you will move

no one as confused as you a pale and hollow point of view when something starts to deviate we line it up so nice and straight a checklist for structured life decisions like a hanging knife collapsing just around the bend how will we know what is the end? we’re seeking selfish relief we lose where our feet lie held on shoulders beneath they’re stacked a thousand feet high i’m complicit just like you our dead myopic point of view describing actions we don’t take forgiveness is the first mistake no justice makes its meaningless the glaring point never addressed collapsing right in front of you and starving out the simple truth taken on the mouth cede tone control consign us to nothing provide what is owed every decision a violence every choice a gate you decide what measures to take consenting to a state i’m complicit just like you our dead myopic point of view describing actions we don’t take forgiveness is the first mistake no justice makes its meaningless the glaring point never addressed collapsing right in front of you and starving out the simple truth we’re seeking selfish relief we lose where our feet lie held on shoulders beneath they’re stacked a thousand feet high

i am a hole empty on both sides a diagram of nothing a symbol, a sign i feel so relieved when I can sleep through my own life poison to comfort a ward for your neck warped moving object a sheet covered wreck i feel like myself when I can hide here unchecked wear like a warning permission to leave a gas leak of human no spark here to speak walk through one portal Right into the next these stairs just lead nowhere this office is hexed i knew this was coming i thought as I woke i called it together i tied it with rope delaying the ritual as long as I can i beg for permission i move my left hand i am a hole empty on both sides a diagram of nothing a symbol, a sign i feel so relieved when I can sleep through my own life poison to comfort a ward for your neck warped moving object a sheet covered wreck i feel like myself when I can hide here unchecked wanting an answer got a blank look got what I wanted got what I took a boredom of ghost who wanted to leave a flippant reaction who tried to deceive i’m not what you wanted but neither am I jumped from the paper crawled through the eye i wasted three years just trying to think crawl for the kitchen or under the sink i am a hole empty on both sides a diagram of nothing a symbol, a sign i feel so relieved when I can sleep through my own life poison to comfort a ward for your neck warped moving object a sheet covered wreck i feel like myself when I can hide here unchecked

Inside the vine’s keep It calls out to bind me Choked back the dead earth I crawl along so I can see The lesson creeps behind the trees The edge of town, a false retreat A membranes wall of safety Miasma of an old disease What is beneath? What we cannot see Feet into the void Hands in the weeds I know the name I know the words of the gate I move unobserved A sickness, a mistake Violence in inaction Sins of omitted intent The lid is closed on your display A heart burnt from within What is beneath? What we cannot see Feet into the void Hands in the weeds