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you opened the charnel
my accurst apparition watched
your pacific hands took off the pall
i will protect you from something so small
i'm demoniacal and culpable
accurst, it never goes away
how can i love you when i've been encrimsoned?
encrimsoned for an epoch
dissolution in my monody
they'll all tell you i'm insane
i'm not the one in your reveries
a sagacious one would run
my beauty only covers up my vapid visage
spurious sublime spasmodically sunders your heart
your pure, pure soul turns swarthy and solus
i need to be alone.
would you look at that?
the recusant is back from a party
fucked as fuck
leeches in lipstick will eat you alive
intoxication in your complication
the constellation in my eyes are your imagination
my leaden-hued face was moldering from malady
your face was irreclaimable
my empurpled knees trembled to the ground
i'm sorry for not being maliceful
i only did this because i care
i think there's something you should know
i'm the dead one in jester's clothing.
what have i become?
why am i numb?
intractable, fustian poem made by this accident of a daughter
break the flagon on my face so i can use the shard on my wrist
outré to love my odious mind
the mind needs a lobotomy
till i'm hemi-syncope or die
i don't want to exist
do you still love my cadaverousness?
because i'm writhing your life
