Void
Poetry to scratch your eyes out to
Black.
White thin lines. Razor thin between space and time
cutting into my spine.
Multicolored gaseous me, chemical mix within the sulfurous sea.
Planets tear and scream. Drown myself in this dream.
I don't want to wake up.
Mouth that can swallow your moon.
Teeth that will split the earth like a canyon.
Your mind will break soon.
Drown myself in this lovely aberration.
Void.
Let me be me in this blank space.
Void.
A place were nothing make sense. Were space is infinite and maybe I can recompense.
Void.
The veins in my skin start to cry. All that makes me, me starts to liquefy
What is the meaning of this?
What is the feelings in this?
I don't understand you.
My mind means nothing to you few.
The black.
The void.
Caresses the back of my eyes. I can feel it peel away the lies.
Bring me the void. Less than you. Not quite anthropoid.
I have more under the membrane of skin. Thousands of eyes. Swarms of flies
Bring me the void.
Is it insight or typhoid.
Is it me or the thing I want to be.
The worthless insect. A little tiny defect. Or an elder God, approaching perfect
I'll float in the absence.
Finally free of this living abscess.
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Yeah. Lovingly cosmic in horrific ways. Feel like this can be a song. The flow of your rhyming feels like a pop in my brain.