ZombieToofer

despite the energy I expend the work remains constant this time-independent symmetry wears down my potential the associated killing vector leaves me feeling null and light my eyes begin to redshift the variables all look equivalent its becoming harder to differentiate the letters from the numbers I was in the right frame of mind but now I've lost my inertia as I gaze into infinity my grade approaches zero the night passes in a time-like fashion while my thoughts are space-like scattered I've worked these problems now for what feels like a proper time interval relatively frustrated massively tired generally hopeless especially uninspired

stop thinking, just feel, with that grimy heart of yours so murky, clouded, twisted, wrung from scaly hands that squeezed the light from your soul. don’t pray don’t defile the skies with your serpent's lies and your demon’s eyes that glow red when you love too much. you dangled me over the abyss, told me to hang on, hold me like a lifeline, and i did i clawed your fair arms raw i begged until my mouth ran red but you just smiled flashed your fangs in the moonlight, and dropped me.

Binding Words I’ll hide behind these binding words make pretend I’m something else a shadow of the inner mind heart and soul concealed in prose deceit is not my base intent when shame states its desire wishing nothing to deface perception based on purity blessings showered from above nothing ill has occurred this will be the message sent when honesty has been replaced this temptation does exist it’s not lying to remit all the pain felt within to only show the shiny bits I’ll chain the muse to my will deny it breadth of my self scratching only joy and bliss in prosaic latitudes presentation is obscured with only b

Flames are beautiful. They are dangerous, consuming, uncontrollable and beautiful. Do moths know?