bloody letters .

(orginal image)

Fuck This Shit .

flaws that could ruin my reputation, this actuality;
undermining this body, more loss of any stability.
carved in worries crucify over this current by far.
keeper of these circumstances, the trance's cigar.

this has become a problem, i am now aware.
higher and higher to realization got me there.
isn't it witty how it was all nothing a while ago?
suddenly, it matters, suddenly it is that logo.

soberly trying to care, but i don't spare a dare.
heading in what direction, i don't know the fare.
intuitively inhaling toxic, a little ataractic spiver.
through the lungs of my liver, this note did deliver.

;[signed]

really,

there's just nothing else left to do or say .

little lead lies /

unknown source

i wish i could cut out my tongue;

it is nothing but a bloated, fat fish.

it lies, bleeding in my mouth.

feeding, in my mouth.

all it does is lie.

rotting, it stinks

killed lead dead, linked to heavy head.

shelled in the burdened bed.

it seeps my weeping deep.

empty, hammered hollow.

my vomit lingers, death taste:

can you undo the waste?

can you see this piss paste?

we're falling apart, rapid haste.

i'm cut, shut; i just won't bleed?

these do run deep, deed.

look at my pointless mutilations.

my empty, long lasting

humiliations.

waiting .

full moon and dead .