Instruments of torture
line the inside of my head.
All named for imposters,
all given a specific taste.
In rows of reciprocation,
armaments beam deceit.
Perfectly weighted,
hanging behind the face.
Glittering chunks
of needless aggression
shining flagrantly abound.
Pieces of perfection,
eager as beaten beasts.
Virgins to violation
only for now.
Gently I take them,
drawing down each desire.
Gently I take them,
embracing violent means.
Balance through subtraction.
The weak always moan.
Maximal bodily harm,
slice the fat flesh
of a hollow existence
emptied by vacant consumption.
The gutters of a civilized cage
thick with fluids of waste.
Life at a point of complete contempt,
at a total capacity of vile thoughts.
A mile wide smile of knives,
dripping with committed sin.
I feel the easing pestilence,
The glowing satisfaction of buried blades.
This place feels warmer,
A rotten spot removed from its hide.
In orders of magnitude,
slashes sever the entire earth,
fracturing its flooded face.
Bleeding continents shake,
Separate and show rotten bones.
An act of filicidal rage.
Total ruin of an empty cage,
roots push apart ribs.
Monument to inevitable nothing.
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