are you sure you scratched the location of the itch?

lobotomized in the womb this halloween season

the crucifixion as the sacrificial plasmatic dispersion to reach across all timelines and space

my body exploding in reverse as a fashion statement

like a synthetic eye molded in sulfur

reflecting upon that which observes

asking for insanity to meet me halfway

if we can forget dreams that easily just upon awakening, imagine what else we have forgotten

cause of death: reality overdose

the hidden architecture of your internal organs

life as the rudimentary process of god unfolding

every consequence endless as every touch rebelled fate

being punished in the most universal ironic ways possible

meditated so hard my body vibrated so intensely that my flesh fell off

going as someone suffering from sleep paralysis this halloween season

life as an experience generator to prepare for things to come

beauty is in the hand of the best written death threat

fuck me until the void submits and starts filling itself up with substance

god as killing himself and resurrecting himself on a daily basis

thought about writing a poem but decided to gouge my eye out instead