Simply, simply falling out of time.
Dying, lying
wasting away on the slanted incline
falling into hell
sliding into hell
regressing, digressing
into my self
the worst of places
were i hide in shame of the things i feel
the things i think ok
the things i think about
the images that run throuhg my head
too fast to glimpse
but slow enough to leave
omnious omens
of death and struggle and foreshadow
and jealousy...
a feeling i know without and within
a feeling that roots itself into my very being
knocking every hour
ringing every bell
a feeling that can fuck off and die
because i am what is without flaw
i am without flaw becuase am in its
entirety. for eternity.
the dictionary, connotative, dennotative
metaphorical, symmetrical, alluding
thought. nothing but one perfect flaw.
prepare to engage those of you
who hear me
who touch me
who know me
im about to explode
and my shrapnel is sent to kill