my poem
i slaughter and overcome demons
wonder how i manage?
i damage the soul
going on the road is my only goal
this highway is my way and i pay no toll
keeping my head on my shoulders
heavy, earths world weighing on me
blind enough to mentally see
brink of extinction, taking the intersection
blow to the mid section
definition of a havoc weapon
loving hate, hating love, so balanced
it evaporates, distortion, it hit and absorbs in
crack the egg, yoke oozes leaks out, but like skull with blood pouring
absorption
bent on dysfunction
deception this weapons all about decimation
desecrating, misery doesnt need company
just pop and pills, a high tolerance for pain
making me have the chills
no one can tell, my own prison, breaking free from the cell
getting my cup filled, digest and ingest, chalice drinking
thinking my way through seldom. inhale, exhale, impale
every detail, fixated, i can taste the texture
smell the dead animal, inside me, pure rotten
old glory, gory, still tells a story
getting bodied
im burning folders of all my enemies life storys
cutting, cracking the spine always
as if im eating lobster, taste the texture
tethered together
yin yang, embedded you choose your own adventure
high detailed massacre, repeats over and over again
until im happy, that makes my mind up daily
center folded bent on destruction, pinned up the walls surface
pop till it pusses, my body rusts.. cracks under tension
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