Hereon heroics shall be shallow cuts
accrued via crime & courting clutzes
In lieu of life, due to loss a lottery
I'll cradle cries & long for lobotomy.
Super-sized the shame, charlatans shine
slighted by their faux-fortress of shite
Asunder, my underling mind, it spits
pawned paupers' paltry, sodomised spirits
4 Fallen Years
Fast becoming 4 + a half
A teste treason enrapturing yet more of itself
Scant are the consolations that come dressed in disbelief
Hell-bent the distillations tritely trialing relief.
Minutes more mean my mind's at 5
Dead and darkened, hallucinating that Hell's been halved
Still, sunken scarlet tales twisting to tawdry fate's tumults
Stilted by the Harlot's Hour, that finally forwards our faults.
A teste treason enrapturing yet more of itself
Scant are the consolations that come dressed in disbelief
Hell-bent the distillations tritely trialing relief.
Minutes more mean my mind's at 5
Dead and darkened, hallucinating that Hell's been halved
Still, sunken scarlet tales twisting to tawdry fate's tumults
Stilted by the Harlot's Hour, that finally forwards our faults.
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