A harpoon penetrates me and pulls me further from the consummated land
Stare into my moulded eyes and desecrate my anomalous body
Those ravenous creatures confabulate novel and autonomous experiences through me
With many filthy hounds of hell, the misery I bring is ever-present

Municipal congestions clog and tear open my already temperamental arteries
Austere apparitions corrupt my fatal and grandiose coffin of malignant sadism
I rejected the order of being and disfigured the face of creation and man
Deformed caricatures, I’ve been saved to destroy, whilst their love guides me, they plot my demise

My future here will atrophy and fuel the decimation of my bestial appendages
The sovereign suffers through me, within my endless superfluous expansion

Oh, I really do not know how I’ll dissolve on this fallow conservation
The somersaults I perform which have led me into this performative barotrauma
The night is naked and pale as I disappear in the fog of an electrocuting fire
An army of militant aggressors possess me and divulge all of my greatest secrets

The attrition of my perilous movement in a corroded verisimilitude
Infinitesimal strife forms an unreconstructable message by which I am adorned
The ember spills and the fires exude a flagrant perfunctory stench
They’re chafing my skin with the brick walls of limbo, and I comply for I have nothing else

A room full of sacrificial parables scrams with the most indecent of truths
Impatiently I wait for the facsimile as my rage confuses those beneath me
I confine and compress all those in my vicinity, and relish my paroxysm
Brandishing my latest atrocity, I’m alienated further as she whispers her conspiracies

An innocuous sickness
Has destroyed my face
I breathe in the conjugal horrors of pollution

If not for the moon
Then how could I breathe?
I let the most bizarre demons burn with me

And If it wasn’t for the aether
I might still be alive
Forever they will suffer my search for decay

All this failure taught me
Is that there is no escape
A pulmonary infection marks my tongue

Inconspicuously they gather
As they distort my pain
I adopt their mannerisms as I fall into despair

This filthy home
My own little joke
I’m languishing these forlorn issues of corruption

I clamber above
Humiliating clamour
My favourite position to teach and commit treason

And still, I am nothing
No one remembers my name
I’m haunted by the faces of those who never come to call

I submit to you
As I roam indefinitely
These shadows here make a mockery of my conjectures

I hate the fucking extracts I embrace
A superficial, nebulous spasm forbids my grace
For a fixture of a bestial fortitude
A simple commonality deforms my vertebrae
Our time of collapse defines my prosperity
We take our lives here and surrender to the scythe

I was seeking love… love?
Yes, that of which I am incapable
Violence
Mocked by an eternity of silence