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Training for Utopia "Plastic Soul Impalement" |
Plastic Soul Impalement
A Good Feeling
Brother Hezakiah
Two Hands
Pretty Picture of Lies
One Zero One
Burning (Match in Hand)
Human Shield
Single Handed Attempt at Revolution
Gift to a Dying Friend
there is no need to lie. al of this is all of me. i don't want to make friends. i
don't want to win your approval. i have all i need, all you need. you don't need
to understand. it would be far too basic if you could. if you could, it would
be far too easy. just respect, just accept. accept it all. accept everything
i tell. don't accept me, but what i am, what fuels me. i can feel it now
running deep through my veins. deep through my soul. it flows like blood.
it lets me breath. it lets me live. it helps me all the way through. accept this.
it flows through me. this is us. this is me. this is all of me. this is me.
this is only a test, and i'm left empty again. no choice words to give my already
stolen carcass. so weak, i carve it. in these walls, in this flesh. the
scars remind me of how i'm weak and how i'm dead. but when the time is right,
i sit back, i laugh, and walk away as it drowns. good-bye. my mistake never to
be visited again.
i don't have enough time in my schedule for you anymore. does this thought
sound familiar? like the time that i reached out my hand and uttered a word
of respect. that was my problem. respect. it was too much to ask of you.
if you could find the time in your busy schedule of clothing your mindless victims
in the absolute nothing ness that you have to offer, you may have noticed
me cheering on your feeble battle. good luck! maybe one day you'll rise
to the top of our great scene. and maybe, just maybe you'll glance back
to laugh at those you crushed to get there. you coward. you are such a
coward. never again will i reach out my hand in respect of you. never. you
coward. you are such a coward.
there's no time, but i have so much. and when i dig it empty i have nothing to
offer. two hands, ten fingers to give you nothing. nothing. do you want
it? i don't have it. a future dies. no big surprise. i killed my chance to save.
an angel cries. it burns her eyes, and she sings a different song. silence. give
me some time to stab myself with the truth again. give me some time to burn
myself to the ground. help me back up. yeah, help me back up.
oh, beautiful scar from a carnal injection. my cheating visual. my righteousness,
ugly. my eyes are fixed. sucks me to emptiness. this pretty picture,
this blossoming plague. blessed leach persist, and save me from you.
come to me when you want to be nothing. come to me when you want what
makes me tick. come to me when you want to stop breathing. come to me
when you feel like living. you can come to me when you want to die. (if it
ever gets bad) you can come to me. when you want to.
fossilized regrets. brush, uncover. paralyzed embedded regularity. deep
incision. end to end. desperate hands tear out every debauchery. one to
zero, zero to one. abrupt cessation. lungs beg expulsion of new manifestation.
wings beg let. let me fly. soar hight above the problem. i want to be
one again. please. help. love. lie. this hole. this shell. fill this whole. configure
the pieces. tell me when you have it. i need to know.
it's getting worse. it's burning me from the feet up. and now it's in my eyes
and i can't see you anymore. i'd ask you to hold my hand, but i've lost it all in
these flames. don't fret for the loss of me. i struck the match. i watched
the flames rise high above our heads with a smile. is my downfall a surprise
to you? i thought i made it clear. i'm not your perfect model. burn, i watch
it all go down. blazing, i feel the flame against my skin. why must i burn all
that love? i loved so much, but i have failed you. i am sorry. i watched the
flames rise high above our heads with a smile. is my downfall a surprise to
you?
pin me up. stretch out the limbs. i'm your human shield. you've set out to
feed, or feast. but not of you. no, you set me up. come, partake of me.
without your permission, without your response come have me. come
have at me. have all of me. come have at me. have me. i don't need this cocoon.
get in. feast. inside and out.
not a fraction of these beliefs are believable. and i haven't even begun to
try to comprehend what you claim to be so true. because i alone am smarter
than your completely flawless outlook. i can't fit so much into this tiny brain
trapped deep beneath this thickened skull. and i answer all my own questions.
so why even bother asking? all i know is that i don't know. because i am a fool,
and my pride dies with me.
you lied. but how could i expect anything more from such an elementary
mind? i offered you something so crucial, and you spit it back out when i
turned my head. the solution is basic. aren't you smart enought to know how
much this is going to hurt? now look at your friends. they are crying. they
are crying for you. don't reach out. they don't want what you have. i'm
sorry i still love you. but i don't want what makes you so sick. what makes
you sick?
