Anymosity

lieing, bindin, chasms of greed hoisting silver lead. clogging your throat so that you can't

BREATHE

swallowing pinicles of shattered, vacant hopes.. blistering and swollen
yet never does. it.

hurt

an
o
ny
mous

they call. too late to imagine; such decadence in having ThE fInAl SaY at all. too heartless to be kept. unkempt and FORGOTTEN
laying to waste in deep throated

G
R
I
E
F.
singing to the mornings, blissful farewell from decaying carcinogens in the depths of his tomb. playing lighting across sarcophogus of stone rubbed dry by mornings blood soaked drone.
NEVER

to
s
a
y

(a)

((farewell))

but he LAUGHED at the morning
themorningthemorningthe
MOURNING

in plaitent stroke
WITHOUT SUCCESS
to chase away the midnight that had saintly bestowed itself. all but a feint in taciturned eyes

nothing
b
u
t

(e)

a smile
andhelaughedandhelaughedandhelaughedand
LAUGHED

sun blistered skin; burnt and distorted BURNS cutting deep the the skins ROTTING PORES
collapsed
on the beaches sun stoked shore intermingling the SEA and it's TIDE corroding the hearts s(o)uless dive. plundering the shore
BEFORE. HIS.

EYES

dieing as the SKY eclipsed by the night. and with the turning of the moon and the luminescence of the sky. the (purple) and the (bluE) begin to die. calloused are the hands
worked.
to
the bone.

but
never having lifted anything but stone. acidic words and narcotic relapses constant frustration that he cant seem to capture.

bornbanebrokenbelittled
naught but a shell broken and whored
shattered
i
nn
o
c
(e)
n
c
e

3

belittled thoughts and decrepances. smoke thrice inhaled; engulfed the lungs naught but a pink INHALANT nothing to
DO

W
R
O
N
G

bought with SATISFACTION of a poor man's blight
the scents and the PILLS to destory life
crushed to a powder; fine and grainy
inhaled
through the nose . . . to rott out the
BRAIN

sothatswhattheycalledit

in lacking SALVATION he came to be damned by the mother: left beneath the trees. swallowing the heart and ending the SOUL such little to LOVE but DEATH in it's variant escapades.
so

o
l
d
e.andhelaughedandheleaughedandhelaughedand
LAUGHED
at their
G
R
E
E
D

(he knew not what he was; or from what he had comE)
he knew only the EVIL that ROTTED out his lungs.

but that didn't matter
it was just life's muted need. to devour the will. encompassed by greed

andsohelearnedofnightandDAY

t
h
o
u
gh

it meant little to him as he corrupted his heart with mans simple need
to desire
desiredesire

DESIRE

lust for carnal pleasures broken by his minds lacking blood to carry out its lies
quivering.quieting.down.through.the.dark
fearing what was to come he HID away in the shores damp turns. grinding grains of sharp incandescence withering his minds toreent misconception.

without rhyme or reason behind porceline deterrencies. anger and rage encapculed in lifes meaningless cage.

and so he came dependent
of carnal lusts from pleasure to pain. never once forgetting hsi SHAME so once forgotten and twice left behind.

forging only morals through nothing, devine
for
he

K
N
E
W

not the word

B
U
T
a phrase for its meaning

(4)

disasterous though nothing. but. a. game.
he could not explain
not
explain
its meaning BECAUSE there was so little to retain. ALL ROTTED AWAY
in the depths of SHAME
Little given to thought of DEVINE or DAMNATION

for their lurked
not
(a)

c
a
r
e

at all . .

(6)

he would squirm beneath the sun; blistered and forgotten. until death closed its latches and gave him lifeless callouses
yet such would never come to belch its fretful cries. leaving behind the VERMIN that life would not permit to die. escaping morality and dignified responses. nothing would earn such rebuke from life's threating carcus.

hoarded
with
treasure
he filled in the tomb crowded round sarcophogus and locking in the room... : broken glass and clippings of bone, a broken sword and an old mans tooth, roses long wilted and daffodils since forgotten; a poem scratched with blood and sweat, carved into slate. cracked porceline dolls and shoes never worn, the glass eye of a statue and a final thorn.
nothing meant much
yet

a
p
lace
all
h
i
ss

own

to hoard his shares of lifes thrown obstacles and tell-tale hearts. of eyes bleeding
MERCURY
ripping apart hears allowed too much
CALLOUSED by disaster and swollen but not dead..

though yet it all came down to an end.
.

(9)

none of it

M

a
t
t
e
r
(e)
d

a. . .
t

(a)
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3
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