AlcheMystic
Greenlighter
- Joined
- Apr 26, 2022
- Messages
- 6
there is nothing left I can do
to escape the hell I've subdued
my dark shadows bitterly consume
constantly creeping inside as they intrude
see you don't understand all the things
wrapped up and concealed underneath
me myself the one that's delusional-ly
diluting those absolutes defining me
obligated I delineated my darkest truths
now there's no excuse for the articulated proofs,
those proofs do prove my exponentially flailing truce.
manic forces excel amongst the foggy chaos,
studying my despicable fraudulent faults,
naive of those standards amongst my morals
mortally moral wounds become all but lost.
cryptic incessant cringing wounds suffer for evermore
as viscerally bound proclivities, these bruises and scars you now see
imperially stored inside these eternal sores scorned
torn and worn sensitive to the world for ever ephemerally
I need a lobotomy
mental drudgery
methodical mockery
troubled dichotomy,
bottled inside of me.
cuddled up with muddled imagery
of disturbed memories
constantly destroying me,
viciously dissecting parts of me.
it's disappointing yes, everything's annoying me
be it those ignorant ignorance's ignorantly ignoring me.
ignoramus idiosyncrasies idiotic to the idiosyncratic idiocy.
i'm exhilarated beyond myself being me
anointing myself the I inside myself just being me.
from dilution to absolution is the only solution
for my desolate destitution to come with revolutions
resolutions from this dilution become absolution
salute to the desuetude of destitute's dilution
to escape the hell I've subdued
my dark shadows bitterly consume
constantly creeping inside as they intrude
see you don't understand all the things
wrapped up and concealed underneath
me myself the one that's delusional-ly
diluting those absolutes defining me
obligated I delineated my darkest truths
now there's no excuse for the articulated proofs,
those proofs do prove my exponentially flailing truce.
manic forces excel amongst the foggy chaos,
studying my despicable fraudulent faults,
naive of those standards amongst my morals
mortally moral wounds become all but lost.
cryptic incessant cringing wounds suffer for evermore
as viscerally bound proclivities, these bruises and scars you now see
imperially stored inside these eternal sores scorned
torn and worn sensitive to the world for ever ephemerally
I need a lobotomy
mental drudgery
methodical mockery
troubled dichotomy,
bottled inside of me.
cuddled up with muddled imagery
of disturbed memories
constantly destroying me,
viciously dissecting parts of me.
it's disappointing yes, everything's annoying me
be it those ignorant ignorance's ignorantly ignoring me.
ignoramus idiosyncrasies idiotic to the idiosyncratic idiocy.
i'm exhilarated beyond myself being me
anointing myself the I inside myself just being me.
from dilution to absolution is the only solution
for my desolate destitution to come with revolutions
resolutions from this dilution become absolution
salute to the desuetude of destitute's dilution
