the
haiku                                                                is the most vapid and vague vessel for vehemence.                                                                                                                                                            
is an exquisite artform; usable to convey so much pure r a w emotion,                                       vehement  violins:  i do not have    my extreme                                                                                              
within such an otherwise insignificant span of empty white space.                                         a voice               the materials    comtempt 
                                                                                                            vibrates            necessary  to    for all 
falling and drowning          her scent still lingers     i left her today                  you cold fucking bitch              build or com-    that is 
raining pouring and crying    my body, it clings to it    well, not quite yet but i will    psychological vampire               plete anythi-    human
a cold, empty bed             catharsis comes not         the phone never rings             feeding off my strength             ng;   nothing    resonates;
                                                                                                                                                   through
a cold, empty bed             catharsis comes not         the phone never rings             feeding off my strength             sprung   from    the strings.
the freedom of a futon        still i wait for her return she hates me and she loves me     abusing my weaknesses:              me   has  any
and old dirty sheets          i should have listened      pure torture; i'm dead.           compassion and love.                worth; not even this cum
                                                                                                                                                     bubble.
see the sea of strings                                                                               of compassion but alas;                 
hear their warmth inside of me                                                                   i strive to build this pyramid                      pop.
taste bitter defeat                                                                          thought of death, the thought of love,                 gone.
                                                                                          distancing myself from the thought of her, the                                                                    
the antithesis                                                                        for the sole purpose of distancing myself from the bed,                                                                                      
of a finely tuned machine                                                         and i really dont give a fuck about anything, i am writing this                                                                                                   
is now breaking d wn                                                           exterior and decrepit posterior, the fabric of everything is decaying                                                                                                   
                 o                                                         its purpose, although unknown, meaningless and pathetic, the facade, the warm                                                                                                                                                                                                     
                                         a sick kiss                   but still they bleed, still they function, their plastic quality is enough to fulfil                                                                                               
                                    from a text entity                                                                                                                  
                                    i am a altruistic              i am no martyr i have no cause no belief my suffering is trite and the sympathy that is                                                                                                        
                                           anemone                granted to me is as false as your smile, your family, your stress, your drinking problem                                                                                                 
                                         aggravated               your girlfriend, our relationship, these words and everything i am; these guts are fake.                                                                                                    
                                         at a loss;                                                                                                                    
                                         hear ye, fairy audience, i the orchestra, the maestro, the ticket seller, the usher, the cook, the garbage man, the                                                                                                                    
                                                                  i the disease                                                                        child                
                                                                  i the pathogen                                                              page   sitting            
                                                                  i the bacteria                                                              nine.   behind       
                                                                  i the carrier                                                                         you,    
                                                                  i the host                                                                         kicking       
                                                                  i the sick                                                                             the    
                                                                  i the infected                                                                       seat,    
                                                                  i the dying                                                                      screaming         
                                                                  i the dead,     the mourning, the undertaker, the casket and the dirge                  in   
                                                                                                                                                        your    
                                                                  feel my strings as they tear your guts to pieces,                                     ear,    
                                                                  feel the hollow sting of sound,                                                   sleeping      
                                                                  as you go deaf,                                        seek                        through    
                                                                  as you cough and spit your final words,                refuge                          the    
                                                                  as your lover laughs,                                  on a                             so   
                                                                  as she twists the knife,                               cold                         called       
                                                                  as the taught string stings your throat,               white                          good     
                                                                  as the air around you becomes alien, distant;          ocean                         parts      
                                                                  as life passes, just as quickly                        filled               to snore  
                                                                  as she came and went.                                  with                            and    
                                                                                                                         many                    snore;           
                                                                                                                         sharks;                       allow     
                                                                                                                         black                            me   
                                                                                                                         sharks,                          to   
                                                                                                                         forged                        leave      
                                                                                                                         in                              not    
                                                                                                                         poison                           at  
                                                                                                                         and                             the    
                                                                                                                         malice                intermission,         
                                                                                                                         sharks                          but      
                                                                                                                         that                          right      
                                                                                                                         do                             now.    
 i dont know about you but sometimes i can really get off on raw vegetables.                                             not                                                                                                           
                                                                                                                         bite,                      Just           
                                                                                                                         and                        to         
                                                                                                                         do                         Piss         
                                                                                                                         not                        You          
                                                                                                                         move,                           Off.         
                                                                                                                         they                       
                                                                                                                         just                        Asshole.             
                                                                                                                         are;                                    
                                                                                                                             don't think about it too hard...