The dark dark hole within my being.

I wonder why I sit here
All alone within you.
Seeing your life grew
up into what it is now
To climb the beanstalk of nonsense
you sprout. I'm left to grab what I can
from your fallen leaves.

While camping down in the foliage and dirt
That fell from your never-thinking high place
You float over your head.
I kneel down here. Taping up the ever growing hole
Within the wall within my head. To stop
it going inside the bricks and mortar
That you can slip through like
Water so pure.


To me you are a thrill
That I regret to know.
As all you do is better.
You do not even try at anything.
But you beat me down in every way
with your branches and twigs
that cut through my eyes.
All I see is red. Feel perfected perverted pain that floods me so freely.
But I still think of you.
Talking to the world
Eight seconds is all you need to so many loves and laughs.
Love Over Loathing.
Longing Master Atrophy Over
me
Decay me
Hurt me
Strap me
Hit me
Beat me
Eat me
Taste me
Be me.

Let me be you
I want to be with you.
I want to be you.
I want to
I want
Your ten and one perfected corrupted numbers
That I inspired you to become
Yet you overcame me
Made me recede into the shadow
Into myself
Into this hole that I cannot climb my way out of
Because I am afraid of the light
That shines from the camera so bright.

With your oblivious Beauty
you possess in my blooded scorn eyes
You did to me.
But I would not want it any other way.

My man.
My Master
My quip
My only disaster.