a thief, the heart.

through all lifetimes, past and future, our paths will reach eachother. fate once planted like bamboo trees. heart valves finding the other, becoming one system. the blood that flows through you now becomes mine. the dirt that will smother us in the end, will be shared. i will always find you.

sliced and severed. not to be remembered. buried and forgotten. a carcass well past rotten. was once alive and thriving. its heart beating, yet legs striving. pierced and torn. so tired, wished to be reborn.

if it came with a price, it appears to me priceless. if it were compared, it’d be incomparable to me. if it had conditions, it’d come unconditional to me. if it once had bounds, i now deem it boundless.

desires to become the warmth you radiate. the swirls and dips of your fingerprints, i long to replicate. an industrial strength chain. two metals fused together.

A Warm Place (Cover) a cover of one of my favorite nine inch nails songs

i recorded this last night
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hanging up my skin after pretending.
hanging up my nerves after tolerating.
hanging up my muscles after carrying.
burying my bones after living.

the muse transforms into something beautiful.

small muscle and weak bone
worn away nerves
and dried out veins
returning to the earths soil.
oh, what a life it was.

i will love you until the flesh falls off your bones. until your bones become one with the earth. until that dirt becomes fertilized and makes use of the seeds. i will love you under the tree. in the flowers that may bloom. until the very end of it all.

no ❤️

droplets of red configure a warped image. hands still clasped, now stained with an oxidized liquid. whos fault but mine. blaming it on this figure not listening.

bow down to an invisible figure. eyes of disapproval stare like an undisturbed reflection in the mirror. clasp hands for the invisible figure. the reflection looks as if it can hear your thoughts. conclude wishes and hopes with the invisible figure. the reflections hundred eyes stare back now.

four legged creature, becomes
two legged when the payments come.
becomes four legged when the bird flies by.
becomes two legged when the ignition turns over.
becomes four legged when the clouds reveal the moon.
becomes two legged when it picks up its guitar.
becomes four legged when you love me.

is it the creeping feeling that you’ve anticipated? the tapping on your shoulder, telling you its time. the shadow that follows you, now recognized in these reflections. the flowers bloom slowly over the disrupted pile of dirt, becoming grass over time. what a lovely bouquet, what lovely bones.

the grim reaper simply puts on another mask, another day.

decay with me in my last moments even if these are your first. experience death shaking your hand, welcoming you into this world. he was the first creature you saw, and he will be the last.

me being a real dog as i stare into my lovers eyes. pc: the best boy

i feel like a real dog when im with you

chasing my own docked tail until i trip and fall into the hole i once dug myself

roadkill adornments. intestinal scarf. cover me in all that is, and all that was. you breathe in the air to live, while decomposition fills the empty spaces in the sky.

we were wolves in a past life and we will be wolves in the next one

sacred acts blissfully tainted by aggression. the violent, yet gentle emotions. rhythmic thumping followed by the rise and fall of a sternum. the metronome within ticks loudly, how glorious the tune of the body is when performing these curated notes.

a lamb to its shepherd, wind pushes closer to thee. a divide between the earth, roots branch out to connect to opposing sides.

these invisible cycles i live in never seem to end, do they? when will i see these, stop these.

desires to become the warmth you radiate. the swirls and dips of your fingerprints, i long to replicate. an industrial strength chain. two metals fused together.

how can you tell when to stop? when one has been pushed too far, pushed into their corner. forced to face the wall. the same hand that covers the saddened expression being the same one pointing to hide. an argument with a foul person, the border of the mirror stands out rather than the reflection.

the pressing of a heat source against the sturdy cold figure. invisible marks peppered against scar tissue. such sweet and heavy odors mixed. contrasting pheromones. perspiration and lust dripping between two dancing figures. intertwined tightly. animalistic dominance lingers over me.

you were alone, in these final moments you had no one. two strikes, then you’ll pass, that was your third. scaled innocence lining you like a thin sheet from the top to bottom. nothing could of prepared you for this. this was not your fate. the sheet was stripped from your skin. an undeserving end.

waves. its all in waves. so fluid. unpredictable. the end of the world for me, this uncertainty. acid rain, it feels like. deteriorating my being. i remain the only wilted flower in the late spring. an aged tree that fails to grow. an outlet with no wires. i am the failures i fear.

my hands are all bruised and blistered
from digging my own route. i lie down into the hole i swore i covered years ago. where i find comfort in the cold dirt once again. as the cold dirt i will become. bugs finding the same comfort within my skull in due time. given some purpose even after death.