Mortisabstrakt
Obtuse (my real MC name)
To whom do I owe this pleasure of pessimism soul emery?
moments missing from my life by supression buying stock in my memory
it grows exponentially, like fungus among us. feeding like a parasite, its plight taking flight at night, creating a dead "us", also called pus.
Thus… we dry up on the skin of the earth. Cocooning into unseen realms.
Suspended at the helm of question… Answer: ecstasy.
putting more holes in our heads than leaves from an elm,
an eternity is what it will take, why wait, when death awaits thee.
So I lye beneath a giant peach tree, rotating with the shadow because the sun taunts me. But what I’m really running from is my conviction.
Four feet thick riddle walls before my acquittal calls.
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Times Twist the Belittled Symbolism Existing Within Eternal Falls...
Internaly Crawled the Ruined Spicies Once the Seasons Reversed Their Cause.